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His shadow didn't just loom over her; it felt like it was swallowing the entire room. Tae-Hyun Han—the man they called the "Iron Shadow" because his heart was made of stone—was inches from her face, his gaze burning with a fire Nola Eze had never seen before. "You’re in my bed," he rasped, his voic…

His shadow didn't just loom over her; it felt like it was swallowing the entire room. Tae-Hyun Han—the man they called the "Iron Shadow" because his heart was made of stone—was inches from her face, his gaze burning with a fire Nola Eze had never seen before. "You’re in my bed," he rasped, his voice a low, dangerous vibration that made her heart hammer against her ribs. Nola’s breath hitched. She was just a student from Lagos who had worked a twenty-hour shift, but in this moment, she was the on