

A fallen potion-making family teeters on the brink of ruin, forcing Cassian's father to use him as a pawn in a marriage alliance. His rival, pure-blood wizard Kaiser, offers to help but instead keeps Cassian at his estate as a personal assistant. As they live under the same roof, their hostility slowly turns into love. Meanwhile, Cassian's father orders him to steal a secret potion formula, while Kaiser's childhood friend Sophia enters the picture. In the end, Cassian casts aside his pride and bravely confesses his love to Kaiser.

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they can have it for two hundred bucks a month? I replied with two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the building manager and two security guards at my door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing community resources." And now, for the sake of "neighborly harmony," they were demanding my keys. Fine. They wanted to throw civility out the window? They were about to learn what real power felt like.