~~~Rhea~~~ "IT'S YOUR ENGAGEMENT DAY, BESTIEEE!" Adeline screamed at the top of her lungs, bursting into my room like a tornado, jumping around. I spun around from the mirror, a huge grin splitting my face. "Yes! Oh my God, yes!" I squealed back, practically jumping on my toes. My heart was doing stupid flips in my chest. "I'm finally getting engaged today. Like, actually engaged. To Sebastian." Addie let out another high-pitched squeal and tackled me into a hug, squeezing so tight I laughed into her shoulder. Her excitement was contagious, my heart was doing happy little flips. After five years of dating, I never thought this day would come so soon. Sebastian had pursued me so hard back then in college- flowers, late-night texts, showing up at my favorite bookstore just to see me. He was steady and kind. The kind of guy who made you believe in forever. I fell for him hard. And now we were getting engaged. Soon we'd get married, buy a cute house, and have three kids running around. Just thinking about it made my chest flutter with warmth. I couldn't wait to finally have the life I dreamed about.  I pulled back, biting my lip as I stared at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed pink, eyes bright. I looked happy. Really happy. This was it. After all the debt stress, the family pressure, the late nights wondering if I was making the right choice - today was the day everything would finally fall into place. The debt... The sudden recall of my parent's debt made all the warmth in my chest fade. A bitter frown took over my face.  My parents owed 50 million Euros to the Dynamic Company. It had been over a year and a half since they took the loan to save my dad's failing business. At first, they thought they could pay it back quickly. They were wrong. Now the debt had ballooned with interest, and every single month it crushed us more. It was slowly killing my family - the constant calls from collectors, the fear in my mom's eyes, the way my dad barely slept anymore. It crushed me the most. Every time I looked at them, guilt sat heavy in my chest.  Addie noticed my frown immediately. "Okay, what's that face? Spill." I sighed, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I just feel guilty. My parents are drowning in a fifty million debt and they're still blowing money on this big engagement party like everything's fine. It doesn't feel right. They're doing this just to make me happy, and fulfill my dreams." Her expression softened. She grabbed my hands and gave them a squeeze. "Babe, stop. You deserve this. They want to celebrate you. Let them. Everything's gonna work out, okay?" The door suddenly flew open. "Girls! What are you still doing?!" Mom's voice cut through the room. She stood there in a stylish cream blouse, one hand on her hip, looking half-amused, half-stressed. "It's almost time and neither of you is ready yet? Rhea, baby, you're the bride-to-be! Move it!" Addie immediately bounced over to her, wrapping her arms around Mom's neck from the side in a dramatic hug. "Aunt Sarah... relaxxxx. We're almost done, I promise. Don't stress, you look too pretty to be frowning." Mom tried to look strict but ended up laughing, patting Addie's arm. "You're lucky you're cute, Addie. Alright, alright - both of you get ready quickly. I don't want us walking in late. Yunno, Seb's Godfather is a very powerful and ruthless man. We don't wanna keep him waiting girls." Sebastian's God-father. Logan Draegor. The devil himself..... Gosh. The most powerful man in Rotterdam - hell, probably in the entire Netherlands. His family didn't just control the city, they owned it. The Draegors ruled Netherlands. Shipping ports, real estate, underground deals that no one dared speak about out loud. People whispered his name like a curse. Grown men who ran empires trembled when Logan entered a room. Air gets sucked out of anywhere he steps into. He was ruthless, merciless, the kind of monster who crushed anyone who stood in his way without a second thought. No mercy. No weakness. No forgiveness. He rarely showed his face in public, I've never even met him in person before, but today... today he was coming to our engagement party. A cold chill ran down my spine. I looked fine on the outside, but my heart was pounding with unease. I know nervousness must also be twisting in mom's chest. My whole family is terrified of him. Even his Godson, Sebastian, is terrified of him. I swallowed hard, trying to shake off the nerves. Everything would be fine Rhea. "Yes, mom." Addie and I responded in unison. She turned to me, her expression softening into that warm, youthful smile I loved. "Come on, baby. Give me a kiss." I walked over and planted a quick kiss on her cheek. She cupped my face gently, brushing her thumb across my cheekbone. "Look pretty for me tonight, okay? My beautiful girl is getting engaged. Let the world see it." "Okay, mom..." with that, she walked out of the room. Exactly one hour later, I was standing in front of the full-length mirror, completely transformed. Addie had worked her magic. She zipped me into my favorite apple-green dress - a soft, elegant piece that hugged my waist and flowed gracefully down to the floor. The color made my silvery-grey eyes pop even more. She stepped back, hands on her hips, and let out a dramatic gasp. "Oh. My. God. Rhea. You look unreal," she squealed, clapping her hands. "I'm such a genius. This makeup is perfection. You're soo pretty. No man is going to be able to take his eyes off you tonight. Sebastian is going to drop dead when he sees you." I laughed, twirling once in front of the mirror. The dress swished beautifully around my legs. "You're exaggerating, Addie." "I'm not!" she insisted, fixing one last strand of my wavy chestnut hair. "You look like a goddess. Soft but expensive. Elegant but sexy. Trust me, bestie. You're about to break necks tonight." Her words made me blush hard. For a moment, all the stress about the debt disappeared. I felt pretty. Really pretty. And excited. Just then, the door burst open. "Rhea! Addie!" My brother Splash yelled, breathing hard like he'd run up the stairs. "Sebastian and his godfather just arrived. The engagement is about to start. You guys need to rush downstairs right now!" My heart jumped into my throat. He's here. Logan is here. I just hope nothing goes wrong with this engagement given the type of person Logan Draegor was. I hope we've pleased him enough. Let this engagement go smoothly please.

~~~Rhea~~~ Addie and I finally stepped out of the suite, giggling as we headed toward the main hall. Even though money was tight as hell, my parents had gone all out and booked one of the most expensive hotels here in Northaven, Rotterdam. The second we walked in, the whole atmosphere shifted. The music was still playing softly in the background, but everyone went weirdly quiet. Like they were scared to even breathe too loud. I knew exactly why. My eyes scanned the crowded hall until they landed on him. Logan Draegor. He sat like he owned the entire fucking universe, dark aura rolling off him in waves. And Jesus! The man was handsome as fuck. He looks just like a walking angel with traits of a demon. Tall, broad-shouldered, jet-black hair with a few silver strands, sharp jaw, and those cold obsidian eyes that could freeze blood. He looked like a goddamn demigod who'd decided to wear a suit and ruin lives for fun. Beautiful in the most terrifying way possible. The kind of man who made people pray they never caught his attention. A cold chill sank deep into my bones. Sebastian sat beside him, rigid as a statue. He looked anything but relaxed, as if even taking a wrong breath next to Logan Draegor could earn him a death sentence. "Rhea, baby, you're here!" Mom's voice snapped me out of it. She grabbed my arm gently, smiling. "Good, let's start the engagement. Everyone's waiting." I nodded, forcing my legs to move. As I walked toward the small stage with Sebastian, his whole face lit up. His eyes softened, warm and full of love. "Damn, babe... you look so pretty," he whispered, taking my hands. Just like that, all the fear and weird tension melted away. I smiled back, heart fluttering. This was why I loved him. He made everything feel safe. The engagement itself was quick and sweet. We exchanged rings, laughed through the vows, and kissed while everyone clapped. Simple and perfect. But the second it was over, Logan was gone. He vanished like a damn ghost. The whole room seemed to exhale at once. People started talking louder, laughing again, breathing easier. We danced, we ate, we had fun. For a while, everything felt right. Then, in the middle of a slow dance with Sebastian, a waiter accidentally bumped into me. Cold champagne splashed all over the front of my apple-green dress. "Shit! I'm so sorry, miss!" the waiter panicked, face pale. "I didn't mean to- I'll get towels right now-" "It's fine," I said quickly, giving him a small smile even though the dress was probably ruined. "Really, it's okay. I'll just go clean up." I excused myself from Sebastian with a quick kiss on his cheek and headed back toward the hotel suites, trying not to let the sticky champagne ruin my mood. The dress was already clinging to me in the worst way. When I reached my suite door, I patted my small clutch and froze. "Shit," I muttered. No key card. I must've left it inside earlier. I turned to head back downstairs when I noticed the door to the suite right next to mine was slightly open. I peeked inside. Empty. Thank Jesus. No one was there. "Perfect," I whispered and slipped in quietly. I hurried into the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and started dabbing at the big wet stain on my dress as fast as I could. The champagne smell was strong, but at least it wasn't spreading anymore. Just as I was about to leave, a deep, smooth baritone voice floated in from the main room. My entire body went rigid. I slowly stepped out of the bathroom, heart banging in my chest, and there he was. Logan Draegor. He stood near the window, phone pressed to his ear, talking in a low, cold tone. The second our eyes met, the air got sucked out of the room. Those obsidian eyes locked onto mine like a predator spotting prey. A cold, heavy dread seeped straight into my bones, spreading down my spine and making my fingers tremble. He didn't say anything. He just stared at me, then took away his eyes unbothered as if he never saw me, and dropped down onto the big lounge couch, scrolling through his phone like I was background noise. Shit. This is his suite. My face burned. "I'm so sorry," I blurted out, already backing toward the door. "I didn't know this was your room. I'll leave right now." I turned and grabbed the handle, twisting it hard. It didn't budge. I twisted again. Nothing. My heart started racing. "What the fuck..." I muttered, yanking harder. I dug a hairpin out of my hair and tried jiggling the lock like I'd seen in movies. Still nothing.  Holy fucking christ. Don't tell me it's jammed. I swallowed hard and turned back to him, voice shaky. "Sir... the door isn't opening." No response. He didn't even glance up from his phone. I quirked a brow. Was he seriously playing deaf right now? I cleared my throat louder. "Um, Mr. Draegor? The door is stuck. I can't get out." Still nothing. He just sat there, cold as ice, like I was invisible. Why was he like this? Was he comfortable being locked in here with me? Tch. Of course he didn't care. He probably didn't give a fuck. Worse, I didn't have my phone. Everyone downstairs was going to start worrying soon. What the hell would they think if they found out I was locked in a room with Sebastian's godfather? I was about to try the door again when suddenly -click- the lights went out. Everything plunged into darkness. The room instantly felt smaller. Hotter and suffocating. Sweat prickled on my skin as the air grew thick and heavy. I couldn't see shit. My breathing picked up, fast and shallow. Suddenly, I heard a heavy thud- like something big collapsing onto the floor. My heart flew to my throat. "Mr. Logan?" I called out, voice shaky. No answer. Fuck. What the hell was that? Even though I couldn't see shit, I started moving carefully toward where he'd been sitting, arms stretched out in front of me. My foot hit something solid. A body. My whole body went rigid. "Logan?" I whispered. I dropped to my knees fast, patting the floor until my fingers brushed his phone. I turned on the flashlight with trembling hands. He was on the ground. Gasping. Struggling. Clutching at his own chest like he was fighting something inside his body. His face was twisted in pain, skin pale, veins standing out on his neck. He looked like he was dying. Cold dread slammed into me. "Oh my God... Logan!" I crawled closer, heart pounding so hard it hurt. "What's wrong? Talk to me!" He didn't answer. Just groaned low and deep, body jerking as he fought for air. What should I do? I grabbed his big hand and started rubbing it firmly, trying to ground him. With my other hand, I quickly unbuttoned the top of his shirt so he could breathe better, then pressed my palms against his chest and rubbed slow, soothing circles over his heart and back. "Come on," I whispered desperately. "Breathe. Please just breathe." It took a few terrifying seconds, but something shifted. His breathing started to even out, even if it was still rough. His body relaxed just a little. Then he collapsed forward, heavy against me, face buried in my chest as he dragged in ragged breaths. I froze, one hand still on his back, the other in his hair without thinking. He was burning hot and shaking slightly. Just then, the lights flickered back on and the AC kicked in, pushing cool fresh air into the room. I stayed completely still, breathing fast, staring down at the most dangerous man in the city now slumped against me like I was the only thing keeping him here. His breathing finally evened out against my chest. Then his eyes opened. For a second, he just stared at nothing, dazed. Then he seemed to realize where he was - slumped against me, face buried in my chest, my arms still around him. His whole body jerked like my touch had burned him. He scrambled back fast, pushing himself up until he was sitting on the floor a few feet away. He stared at me. Not the cold, terrifying Logan everyone feared. Not the ruthless man who made rooms go silent. Just... a man. Shocked. Raw. Almost vulnerable. His dark eyes widened as they locked onto mine, searching my face like he was seeing a ghost. His lips parted slightly, chest still rising and falling heavily. Then something shifted in his expression - a deep, gut-punching realization. He moved closer again, slowly this time. His big hand came up and cupped my face with surprising gentleness. His thumb brushed across my bottom lip, slow and reverent, while his obsidian eyes burned into my silvery ones. "My Moon..." he whispered, voice rough and broken. "I finally found you."

~~~Rhea~~~ His thumb brushed my bottom lip, slow and intimate, and my brain short-circuited. I jerked back, eyes wide, breathing ragged like I'd just run a marathon. "What... what are you doing?" I stammered, voice shaky as hell. He didn't answer. His eyes darkened, turning almost black with something intense I couldn't name. Then he started walking toward me. My heart slammed against my ribs. I stumbled backward, panic rising fast. "Logan-" My back hit the wall hard. Nowhere left to go. He didn't stop. He kept coming until he towered over me, his massive frame completely blocking everything else. I felt tiny and trapped. Like a rabbit staring up at a wolf. He leaned in closer, so close I could feel his breath on my skin. My hands pressed flat against the wall, fear spiking through me. Oh God, what the hell is he doing? My legs were shaking. My chest was tight, fear crawling up my spine. Suddenly his hand shot out, grabbing my hair roughly and yanking my head to the side, exposing my neck. I gasped. His eyes grew in size, almost bulging out of their sockets as he stared at the tiny moon tattoo there. "She's the one..." he murmured, voice low and rough, almost reverent. "My Moon." A tsunami of questions crashed through my head. What the fuck is going on? Why is he calling me that? How does he know about the moon tattoo on my neck? What the hell does "my Moon" mean? Why is he looking at me like that? My mind was spinning. Nothing made sense. He didn't let go. Instead, Logan cupped my face with both of his big hands, holding me like I was something fragile and precious. A wide, dangerous smile slowly spread across his handsome face - the kind of smile that promised trouble. "Mine." He growled. His thumbs traced my lips, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver racing down my spine. Then he leaned in. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply like he was breathing me in. His lips brushed against my skin, soft at first, then pressing hotter, open-mouthed kisses along my throat. My whole body went ice cold. "Logan... stop. What are you doing?" He didn't stop. "Logan!" I pushed his chest. "What the hell? Stop!" He kept going, drunk on me, his hands slid down my sides, possessive, and greedy. I struggled harder, shoving him back. "I'm engaged to Sebastian! Your son!" I shook my hand in his face, that diamond flashing on my finger. "See? I belong to him." His vision turned blood red. Something in him snapped. He snatched my hand, ripped the ring off my finger in one brutal tug, and hurled it across the room. It clattered somewhere in the shadows. My eyes went wide with shock, then pure rage. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Have you lost your goddamn mind?!" He pinned me against the wall before I could finish yelling, his body slamming into mine, one hand on my hip, the other caging me in. I gasped, my body trapped under his. "You're mine," He growled low in my ear, voice dark and rough. "You think I'm gonna let you wear some other bastard's ring after I've spent seven years searching for you? Nah. That shit ends now. I'll get you a better one. Bigger. Something that'll make the whole world know you belong to me." What is he saying? He's been searching for me for seven years? Is he mistaking me for someone else? Well, I don't care. My blood is boiling "Are you a psycho? What kind of sick fuck attitude is this? I belong to Sebastian. Sebastian! Get that into your thick skull!" His eyes reddened again. His hand shot up, gripping my chin hard, forcing me to look straight into his eyes.  "Say you belong to him one more time," he snarled piercing into my pretty silver moon eyes, "and I'll chop off his tongue and fingers, then serve them to you on a fucking plate as a gift. Try me, little moon." My face paled. Terror flashed in my eyes. "He's your godson, Logan! Your fucking godson! How could you fantasise about having his future wife. A bitter laugh escaped his lips, cold and empty. "I don't give a single fuck if he wants you or not. Or if he lives or dies. The only thing I care about right now is you. My moon. You've always been mine. That night you saved me? You've always belonged to me since then." Disgust spread across my face. "Dream on. I'd never belong to a psychotic man like you." I can't believe I'm talking to the most dangerous and powerful man in the city like this.  He didn't seem less pleased instead he curved his lips into a slow, dangerous, smile, leaning in until my lips brushed his. His hand tightened on my chin, the other sliding down to grip my waist harder, pulling me flush against him. "Really?" he murmured, voice dripping with dark promise, his hand hovering around her breast."Let's see how true that is." Before I could even process what the hell was happening, Logan crashed his lips on mine. The kiss was rough, demanding, and completely merciless. He devoured me like he'd been starving for years, tongue pushing past my lips, claiming every inch of my mouth. A low groan rumbled from his chest as he pressed me harder against the wall. His big hand slid down and cupped my breast through the thin fabric of my dress, squeezing possessively. His thumb found my nipple and rubbed slow, teasing circles before pinching it hard. I gasped into his mouth, my body jerking at the sharp jolt of pleasure mixed with shock. "Logan-" I tried to pull back, but he didn't let me. He kissed me deeper, hungrier, like he was trying to brand himself into my soul. His fingers kept working my nipple, pinching and rolling it until it hardened under his touch, sending heat straight between my legs. My mind was screaming that this was wrong, that I was engaged, that this was Sebastian's godfather, but my body was betraying me completely. A soft, traitorous moan slipped out against his lips. He smiled against my mouth, dark and satisfied, like he'd just won something. He pulled back just enough to look at me, my lips still wet from him. My chest was heaving against his. His hand stayed locked on my chin, thumb brushing my bottom lip like he owned it.  "Tell me to stop, little Moon," he murmured against my throat, licking my neck. "Go on. Say it. Tell me you don't want this." He leaned down and placed another kiss on my nipples through my gown. "Let's see if you truly belong to Sebastian... or if you've always been mine," he rasped, voice low and rough, a dark smirk pulling at my mouth. "Go on, moon. Tell me to stop right now if you're really his." I opened her mouth, but nothing came out except a shaky breath. My lips trembled. My eyes flicked to his, then away, like I was fighting myself. What the fuck is wrong with me. Why can't I refuse? My body is responding positively to him. And an unbearable attraction. He chuckled, deep and satisfied, and dipped his head to my neck. His lips brushed the sensitive skin just below my ear, then he kissed me there - slow, wet, and deliberate. He sucked lightly, then harder, marking me.  Fuck. Why am I loving this? "Say it," he murmured against my throat, voice vibrating on my skin. "Tell me to stop, moon. Tell me you're only Sebastian's. Use that pretty mouth and say the words." I couldn't form any words. He nipped at my collarbone, then soothed it with his tongue.  His free hand slid under my gown as he shoved it up, palm flat against my waist, fingers digging into my cunt possessively, pulling me tighter against his body. "...Ahhh..." I whimpered softly. My hands pushed weakly at my shoulders, but there was no real force behind it.  "See?" he growled, sucking a fresh mark right where my neck met my shoulder. "No words. Because deep down you know the truth. You're not his. Never were. That ring was a fucking joke. This..." I pressed my hips into her, letting her feel everything, "...this is real." His hand moved slowly, thumb rubbing my folds softly. It's sweet, oh my God! "...Fuuuck..." I moaned shamelessly.  A dark chuckle escaped him. He's clearly enjoying this. "Say you don't want this." he whispered right against her ear, voice dark and taunting. "I fucking dare you." "I...." I managed to start but it dissolved into a moan when he sucked the corner of my lips, his other hand sliding down my ass, squeezing them softly.  I couldn't talk. My mouth opened, closed, and all that came out was a broken little sound that made him more hornier. Jesus help! This isn't what I planned to do on my engagement night. But I can't stop. I'm liking it and I'm scared I don't want him to stop. Maybe I want him to fuck me. Yes, I want him.