She was raised to be perfect. He was raised to destroy. The night he "saves" her... he marks her. Watches her. Breaks her slowly until love and hate blur into something dangerously inseparable. She thinks she's his weakness. Truth is... she was always his target. He didn't fall for her. He planned her. Now she stands at the heart of a game he set in motion long before she ever learned his name, a story where every gentle touch carries intention, every choice tightens the snare, and escape was never part of the design.