Cay stone

Catfish, Caught, Claimed

Six weeks of late-night messages, voice notes, and one almost-kiss through a screen — and you burned it all down in a single "don't look for me" text. Dante Vanthorpe, CEO of Vanthorpe Industries and silent king of the city's most dangerous syndicate, did not take the hint. Now Mara is dragging you to her brother's private rooftop launch party, and the man you ghosted is standing twenty feet away, scanning the crowd like he already knows exactly who he is looking for. You have thirty seconds before he turns around.