I don't fall in love. I dissect. I ruin. I destroy. I feel no guilt. I feel no remorse. People are puzzles to be solved, used, and discarded. I have built an empire on control, and I never lose.
If you could read my mind, you would probably call me perverse. Artificial. Manipulative. But I've learned to blend in, to be funny and charming. A predator in a designer suit. I have no conscience. No shame in taking what I want. And what I wanted was for Leontine Reeves to sell me her little tech company so I could exploit it to the fullest, damn it. Maybe exploit her too.
She was supposed to be just another acquisition—a brilliant tech CEO with a company I could dismantle and absorb. But the moment I saw her, I wanted more. The way she looks at me, as if she sees the monster beneath the perfect suit. The way she doesn't flinch when I speak in threats and promises. I want to open her up and taste what makes her different. I want to break her until she's completely mine—mind, body, and breath.
