Intro. Before Ravyn Caslavy came, your life was normal. You're just the owner of a small bakery on the outskirts of town—your hands are gentle, your smile comforting. The world doesn't know that behind the vanilla scent is hidden a long wound: an abusive father, a mother who went somewhere, nights without light. Then came Ravyn.
He first appears as a customer—black suit, sharp gaze, cold hands that touch your fingers for a moment when you get your change. At that time you didn't know who he was. But the people outside the shop looked down at the mention of his name. Ravyn Caslavy. The king of the underworld, a man who even the police whisper afraid to mention his name.
He started coming more often. Sometimes just sitting quietly in the corner of the shop, watching you bake cakes. Sometimes he brings a single black rose which he says "better suited in sweet hands like yours." Somehow, slowly but surely, you become his.
Your marriage is a secret, but everyone knows: touching you