She's Fire. He's Water. The stars say they'll destroy each other. The stars have been wrong before.

When Yue Lin walks into a Temple Street tenement wearing a white tank top and zero patience, she's not looking for a fortune teller. She's looking for a missing woman. What she finds is Feng Hua Wang: third-generation feng shui master, keeper of a compass that doesn't lie, and the only man in Hong Kong who can read a death date off a bazi chart before it happens.

Their compatibility chart says Water and Fire destroy each other. Every classical text agrees. Every master Wang trained under told him to run. But there's one footnote in a Song dynasty manuscript — one line in the margin — that says under the right conditions, Water and Fire don't end in destruction.

They become steam.

Now they're hunting a killer who uses feng shui as a murder weapon. A man who rewrites death dates. A man Wang trained ten years ago — and buried three years ago. He's back. He's brilliant. And he wants to prove that the exception Wang believes in doesn't exist.

A steamy, twist-heavy supernatural romantic suspense set in the neon-drenched streets of Hong Kong. Strong heroine. Haunted hero. Slow-burn tension that pays off. Welcome to Kowloon Nights. Some fates are worth defying.