Hedeon Zverev is my identity, and I live up to it. I'm a destroyer, a ruiner, a beast, and a force to be reckoned with in the bedroom, boardroom, and dungeon. I'm ruthless, unforgiving, and vile. I'm a sexual deviant and killer. I'm...me. Love me or hate me, I couldn't care less, that is until I meet her. When I hear her screams of pain, something inside me is drawn to her, to rescue her. She looks too innocent, and too pure to be suffering at the hands of another. Only I'm mistaken, and the delicate rose is not what she seems. She's a deadly nightshade, toxic and sweet. She's the perfect flower for me. Will she run from me or with me?