Isabelle had long learned that power was not given—it was taken in silence and held with blood-soaked hands. From her balcony overlooking the glowing grid of the city, every silhouette belonged to her, every shadow answered to her command. She had built an empire where mercy was a fatal weakness, and for years, no one had dared to shatter her control. Until she walked into the bar—a fragile, breath-catching ghost with wide, terrified eyes, completely out of place in a world meant to devour her alive. Walking up to the breathtaking distraction she claims to have love at first sight, the only thing on her mind was "Mine".