I should warn you before you start-Kaede isn't a love story. He's what comes after you've already fallen, when there's no way back.He doesn't love softly. He controls the pace, the place, the breath between my words. He marks me-sometimes in ink, sometimes in bruises-and makes sure I feel him long after he's gone.He's possessive. Demanding. The kind of man who decides when I work, when I rest, and never lets me forget who I belong to.There's danger in him-in the violence that flickers behind his eyes when someone gets too close, in the quiet promises of what he'll do to them. And there's the cold edge of his silence-calm, absolute, terrifying.He doesn't just touch-he keeps. And the more he owns me, the more I want him to.