Hades is not just a billionaire mogul; he is the literal personification of Death. To the public, he is the elusive, stone-cold CEO of the Luther Corporation, a man whose empire stretches across the globe and whose face hasn't aged a single day in a century. To his thousands of fanatical subordinates, he is a dark deity—a mafia-esque king who rules from a secluded, glass-walled fortress. He is immortal, untouchable, and utterly bored with an existence. He has watched empires fall and stars burn out, leaving his heart as hollow as a fresh grave.
That boredom shatters on a rain-slicked Monday morning. While Hades is being driven to his skyscraper, a reckless stranger dives into the path of his speeding car to save a shivering stray cat. Hades doesn’t stop—he never stops—but the image of the boy’s defiant, silver-grey eyes stays burned into his mind.
Days later, seeking a moment of quiet, Hades enters an upscale city restaurant. There, standing before him with a tray in hand and a tired but kind smile, is the same boy: ken. A hardworking university freshman balancing three part-time jobs just to afford his education. The moment their eyes meet, the cold void in Hades’ chest finally sparks with a terrifying, singular Obsession.
Ken is just a student trying to survive his finals; he didn’t expect to catch the eye of the world’s most dangerous man. Driven by a hunger he cannot name, the King of the Underworld decides to trade his boardroom for a lecture hall, enrolling in Ken’s university to stalk his prey in plain sight. From the dark corners of the library to the crowded campus halls, Hades is everywhere. He doesn't just want Ken’s heart—he wants everything.
In a game of cat and mouse, how do you escape a man who literally has forever to find you?

​Ken's breath hitched. He stared into Lucien's eyes—they were close, terrifyingly close. The dark, intense magnetism in Lucien's gaze felt like it was pulling the air right out of Ken's lungs. Startled by the proximity, Ken tried to pull backward, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He stumbled, his weakened legs betraying him, but he never hit the floor.


​Lucien's right hand swept across Ken's back with practiced grace, while his left slid behind the crook of Ken's knees. In one fluid motion, he lifted Ken off the ground, cradling him like a fragile treasure—firm, yet impossibly gentle.


​Ken instinctively wrapped his arms around Lucien's neck, his face buried in the crook of the man's shoulder. He could smell him—sandalwood, cold rain, and something ancient. Lucien didn't say a word as he carried him across the expansive living room toward the plush velvet couch. He laid Ken down as if he were placing a masterpiece back on its pedestal.


Chapter 48 - lust