Viper moves like a serpent. Silent, controlled, and undeniably lethal.
He doesn't chase—he watches, he waits, and then he strikes. A man of unwavering dominance, he takes what he wants and keeps it.
Kross is no different. She slithers through the world with precision, a hypnotic danger wrapped in beauty. She was never meant to be caught.
Until one wrong step puts her in Viper's hands.
He doesn't know her secrets. She doesn't know his limits.
Their attraction coils tight, a slow, intoxicating burn neither of them can resist. But Kross is playing a dangerous game, and if Viper ever learns the truth, he won't just claim her. He'll consume her.
And in this game, only one of them can strike first.