Prisoner in the Depths of Night

Shen Yelan was the most untouchable person on this street. The bar he owned sat in the busiest part of town, yet it was as quiet as a tomb. The first time Su Wantang walked in, he noticed her right away—not because she was beautiful, but because there was no fear in the way she looked at him. She was like a cat that had wandered into a pack of wolves: elegant, alert, ready to unsheathe her claws at any moment. Shen Yelan thought it was just a game of hunting, but he never imagined he would be the one stepping deeper into the trap. The moment Su Wantang turned and walked away, he finally realized that some things are far harder to control than territory and power.