The Night’s Accomplice: His Prey Does Not Flee

Maris Wynthrope was just an ordinary college student, working part-time as a waitress at a high-end restaurant to pay off her family’s debts. She thought she could slip through the world of the powerful like a ghost, unseen and unnoticed — until the night she caught Lu Zhiyuan’s gaze. He sat in the shadows, every crisp tap of his fingers against a wine glass sounding like a verdict claiming ownership over her. He was the heir to the city’s underworld kingdom, a man with no shortage of patience or elusive prey. She tried to run once, only to be dragged into an even deeper darkness. When she regained consciousness and saw the scratches her nails had left on his hand, it dawned on her — this man was already too deep inside her to ever turn back.