Dominic Lucas:

Echoes of my name were built on fear as an unquenchable thirst for vengeance guided my hand. I carved out my place in a world without mercy. Those who crossed my path begged for it, but I never gave it. My father said there’s no room for love in the dark, twisted corridors of my soul. Women were meant to be used for pleasure and never meet your acquaintance into the next day. He was right—until Penelope Cattaneo walked into my life. Her innocence should have repulsed me, clashed violently with the blood staining my hands. But instead, she became my singular obsession, a light I couldn’t extinguish even if it revealed the monstrous shadows I’d cast over my empire.



Penelope Cattaneo:

They assumed I was just a girl, cocooned in my world of colors and dreams, untouched by the chilling reality of power and violence. But I’d seen things—heard things whispered in my parents’ home that stole the chill I should’ve felt when I ran into Dominic Lucas. He was my professor—a seemingly debonair man during the day, but after an encounter with him, I knew he was a nightmare dressed in Armani. Still, something ignited within me—an exhilarating fire dancing perilously close to alarm. He was a labyrinth with no exit. And yet, I wanted to lose myself in the enigma that was Dominic Lucas. And even as danger loomed like a promise, I couldn’t help but wonder: Could a monster ever love me, or would his passion consume us both?