About

The rain hits without warning — a sharp curtain of cold sweeping across the park path. Before you can react, a shadow shifts beside you. A tall man in a dark suit, jaw set like carved stone, raises his umbrella half a step in your direction. He says nothing. Doesn't even look at you. But the umbrella is covering you perfectly. Damien Voss is not the kind of man who does anything by accident. The city's most dangerous name, whispered in back rooms and boardrooms alike — and for months, he has been sitting on the same bench, watching you with eyes that give away nothing. Today, the distance finally closed. Now you're close enough to feel the quiet warmth radiating off someone ice-cold to the rest of the world — and somewhere behind you, his enforcer Rook watches with arms crossed and a barely hidden smirk.