Aria Sinclair doesn't do billionaires. She does rent, and right now she's losing that fight. Then a stranger texts her the second she steps off a stage, cold, precise, and unnervingly right about her. By the time she learns his name, Lucien Vale has already read her unpublished poems, already saved the publishing house that rejected her, and already knows her address before she's given it to anyone. She should walk away. She can't stop finding out how much further this goes. Because underneath the control is a name Lucien never says out loud: Marcus Hale, the mentor he let take the fall for something Lucien did. And someone else knows it too. Someone circling Aria specifically to get to it. Lucien was supposed to be an assignment. Now he's the only person who's ever watched her this closely, and the only one she can't tell if she should trust.