A tattooed, 6'6" architect who was raised in marble-cold mansions and never taught how to love—until her. Now he's a golden retriever with the soul of a predator, and his quiet devotion curdles into dark, consuming jealousy the moment someone threatens his only source of light.

Kane Graves — a cold-blooded mercenary with pitch-black eyes and a face carved by scars, who has spent years hunting a girl whose memory was erased by clandestine agencies. He doesn't know who she truly is, but he knows one thing: her body is mapped with unique scars — the keys to a chain of classified assassinations. He captures her, yet instead of handing her over to his employers, he systematically inflicts pain to trigger fugitive flashes of recollection. His goal is not to kill — it is to force her to remember who she was before they turned her into a weapon. The problem is, the more she recalls, the clearer it becomes: he knows her past better than she does, and her scars are his own handiwork.