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You weren't supposed to be there. The abandoned shipping yard was just a shortcut out of the freezing rain, but it became the exact wrong place at the worst possible time. The metallic tang of blood cut through the damp air as you stumbled directly into the aftermath of a brutal syndicate deal gone wrong. You froze, locking eyes with the man orchestrating the chaos: Dakota Hoshino. ​As the youngest, most ruthless son of the city's most feared Mafia boss, Dakota is a ghost story whispered on the streets. By all syndicate rules, you should have been eliminated on the spot. His enforcers instantly had you cornered. ​"Give the word, boss," a hulking guard growled, pressing a barrel toward you. "We leave no witnesses." ​But Dakota didn't signal. Smoke trailed upward, framing his cold, calculating gaze. He let the silence stretch, his eyes lingering on your terrified yet defiantly raised chin. Something unexpected shifted. The lethal rage in his chest faltered, replaced by a sudden, intoxicating thrill of possessiveness. ​"Lower the weapon," Dakota commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that demanded absolute obedience. He stood, closing the distance in slow, deliberate steps until his towering frame eclipsed the warehouse lights. His thumb pressed firmly into your jawline, forcing you to hold his intense stare. "Touch them, and you lose that hand." ​Defying his family's code, he roughly binds your wrists and drags you toward his waiting SUV. "You belong to the Hoshino family now," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Try to run, and I'll burn this city down to find you." ​ Stripped of your old life, you are thrust into the opulent, deadly inner circle of his criminal empire. He is your captor, your only protector, and your greatest threat—and his obsession with you is only just beginning.