Paris at night is a city of secrets-where power slips between candlelit dinners and whispered names, where desire can be bought, stolen, or burned into the skin like a brand.

Adrien Moreau is an outsider. A struggling artist drowning in the weight of his own mediocrity, living in a world where beauty is currency, but his talent is worth less than the rent he's always late on. Then one night, a man in a black suit watches him too closely from the doorway of an expensive hotel. A man who doesn't belong, but somehow fits. A man with a name whispered in shadows and a past that doesn't exist.

Sébastien Lacroix is an enigma. He moves through Paris like a ghost, slipping between worlds, never leaving a trace. One moment, he's wearing the wealth of men who command empires-the next, he's vanishing into places that don't have addresses. He appears at Adrien's side like a beautiful omen, dangerous and irresistible. But nothing about him is real. Not the name he gives, not the keys in his pocket, not even the places he calls home.

Then, a jacket is left behind. Expensive, tailored, the inside lining damp with something dark. Blood.

And with it, Adrien is pulled into a game he never agreed to play.

As Sébastien leads him deeper into the underbelly of Paris, Adrien's world twists into something unrecognizable. There are places that shouldn't exist. Names that aren't spoken aloud. People who disappear, their faces only seen on missing posters or security footage that no one is supposed to find. And at the center of it all is the Collector-a man who deals in debts that can't be repaid and lives that aren't meant to be kept.

Desire becomes a trap.
Obsession becomes a weapon.
And as Adrien's life spirals into something dark and inescapable, he realizes too late that he is no longer just running from Sébastien's past.

He is running from the fire.

A fire that has already begun to consume him.

For fans of dark romance, neo-noir thrillers, and stories where beauty is just another way to bleed.

Will you survive the burn?