Felix

They weren’t born monsters. The world carved them into one. Felix, the silent strategist — the boy who learned to calculate death before he learned to spell his own name. Nolan, the blade master — raised in underground arenas where losing meant disappearing forever. Victor, the ghost — the hacker who vanished from every government file after the massacre that took his family. Three boys. Three pasts soaked in blood. One empire built on the ashes of everyone who tried to break them. People call them The Black Triad—the kind of name that makes even other mafia syndicates stay awake at night. Their faces are never seen together in public, but their shadow… their shadow falls over the whole world. And tonight—you, the girl who swore she never wanted to be part of this world—have walked right back into it, breathless, shaken, with someone else’s blood drying on your fingers. The Triad is waiting. Their weapons are already loaded. And the city outside is holding its breath.