Zarah is a shy, innocent, and submissive young woman who works at a local café. Her world is small and quiet until Abraham, a dangerous and cold man who rules the underworld, enters her life. Despite their vastly different worlds, an undeniable attraction grows between them. Abraham is used to taking control of everything and everyone, and he doesn't plan to let Zarah slip away so easily. As the two navigate a world filled with power, danger, and forbidden love, Zarah finds herself tangled in a web of dark secrets and emotional turmoil. Her connection to Abraham is undeniable, but can she handle the weight of his world, or will it consume her?
Chapter 1 The Encounter
The Encounter
Zarah stood behind the counter of the small, dimly lit café, her hands trembling slightly as she wiped the surface for what seemed like the hundredth time. The café was quiet, save for the occasional clink of cups and the murmur of soft conversations in the background. It was an ordinary day, just like any other-until he walked in.
Abraham.
The moment he entered, the room seemed to grow colder, the air thicker. He was tall, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. His tailored suit fit him perfectly, exuding power and wealth. His cold, dark eyes scanned the room, settling on Zarah for a fleeting second.
Zarah froze, her heart skipping a beat. She had heard whispers about him-about the dangerous, cold man who ruled the underworld. Abraham was a name that people feared, a name that made even the bravest men tremble. But seeing him in person... it was something else entirely.
She quickly looked away, focusing on the coffee machine in an attempt to steady her breath. She couldn't afford to get distracted. Not today.
Abraham slowly walked up to the counter, his gaze never leaving her. Zarah's hands gripped the counter tightly, her pulse quickening as he stood before her. His voice, low and smooth, cut through the silence.
"I'll have a black coffee," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
Zarah's voice barely came out, shaky and soft. "Coming right up, sir."
She reached for the coffee pot, her fingers brushing against the porcelain as she tried to steady her hands. The weight of his gaze was unbearable, like he was studying her, probing her every thought, every emotion. He didn't speak again, but there was an unspoken tension between them, something she couldn't quite place.
As she handed him the cup, their fingers briefly brushed. The shock of the contact made Zarah's breath hitch. Abraham's eyes darkened for a moment, a flicker of something dangerous and predatory flashing across his face.
Without a word, he took the coffee, his grip strong as he held the cup. He turned, walking to a table in the corner, but not before one last look-one that made Zarah's heart race and her palms sweat.
Zarah couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed. She had always been invisible, unnoticed by the world. But Abraham... He had seen her. And now, she couldn't escape the feeling that he would be back, that this was just the beginning of something far darker than she could ever imagine.