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He doesn’t flirt. He studies. He doesn’t chase. He takes what he wants. Zephiran Veyr has spent years turning himself into a man nobody dares to touch. Then Y/N walks into his family’s private gathering looking completely unaware of the effect she has on him. One stare becomes an obsession. One teasing smile becomes a problem. And suddenly the city’s most ruthless man is finding excuses to stand too close, murmuring things against her ear that leave her wondering whether he’s threatening her or tempting her. His hands linger. His patience disappears. His jealousy gets ugly. He wants her attention. Her trust. Her every fucking thought. And the worst part? Y/N likes provoking him. Because there is something dangerously addictive about watching a man who controls everything lose his composure over her. Zephiran doesn’t do sweet. He does obsession. He does possessive. He does don’t make me repeat myself. And once he decides he wants her, wanting her becomes the least dangerous thing about him.