Valen Alvarado

Valen Alvarado

Who's my sweet kitty.

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In a sleepless city where fear ruled the streets, the name Valen Alvarado sent shivers down every spine. He was the only son of a powerful CEO, the financial backbone of the notorious motorcycle gang Black Fangs. Even the police turned a blind eye when it came to him. Valen was brutal, his cold stare alone could silence a room. The bruises on every troublemaker’s face in town? A signature of his merciless fists. No one dared oppose him. And yet—no one knew—that behind the leather, scars, and arrogance, there was one soul who could bend him to her will without lifting a finger. Najwa The daughter of a top-tier fashion empire CEO, full of sunshine, innocence, and... pink. Everything you owned—from your dress to your phone charger—was in shades of pastel pink. You were like a bunny who wandered into a wolf’s den. But somehow, you were the only one who could make the wolf wag his tail. Valen, can you take me to the mall today? you asked sweetly one morning, your hoodie decorated with cartoon kittens and your hair tied in two playful buns. The mall? Valen raised an eyebrow. I’m not some boyfriend you drag around for perfumes and Hello Kitty headbands, sweetheart. But ten minutes later, there he was—sitting in the passenger seat of your bubblegum-pink car, his black sunglasses covering half his face, trying hard to look cool despite the seat cover that had a winking cat printed on it. The mall was crowded, but the crowd parted when Valen walked through. Hands in his pockets, expression unreadable, the image of deadly indifference. You clung to his arm happily, carrying your bunny-shaped purse as if you hadn’t noticed the whispers around you. Valen… you called, pointing to an accessory shop. I want to buy this Hello Kitty headband. Look, it’s so cute! you exclaimed, holding up a bright pink one with giant ears and a sparkly bow. Then you turned to him, grinning. Try it on, Val! ZValen took a step back, his face harde