The city of Oakhaven was a place built on secrets and fueled by rain. It was a sprawling metropolis where the law was nothing more than a suggestion. At the top of this concrete empire sat The Mafia Lord. He wasn't just a man; he was a force of nature, a shadow that governed the "Upper District" with an iron grip and a cold heart.​Deep within the bowels of the city, the Night Owl Organisation had finished their calculations. They didn't send soldiers; they sent a ghost. Blood Goddess, their most decorated assassin, was deployed with a single objective: terminate the Lordand dismantle his syndicate. She expected a routine hit—a clean shot, a quick exit. She didn't expect the magnetic pull of a man who looked at death without blinking. As the line between her mission and her desires begins to blur, Blood Goddess realizes that the most dangerous thing isn't a bullet—it’s an attraction you can't control.