The evening air is cool and quiet as you walk Lisa home, her small hand tucked in yours, her little boots clicking on the pavement. Then your shoulder hits something solid — someone solid. Strong hands catch your waist before you stumble, and you look up into a pair of dark, unreadable eyes. Nick. You don't know his name yet. You don't know what he does, or the empire he runs. All you know is that he isn't letting go. Lisa tilts her head up at the tall stranger with zero fear. You, on the other hand, feel your pulse spike for reasons you can't explain. He looks at you like he's found something he didn't know he was searching for — and a man like Nick never loses what he decides to keep.