Book 1 of [obssession series].
"I dare you to betrayed me asshole"!! he said while choking a man .
DANILL SOKOLVO .
A Russian mafia king 29 years old only heir of sokolvo's and the mafia king who owned everything,he has a bad tempered,anger issues...
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"Breathe, sweetheart... you're mine."
Sehar's eyes widened in terror as she stepped into her backyard, her gaze frozen on the lifeless body lying on the ground. The waiter's once-smiling face now contorted in a twisted grimace, his eyes staring blankly into the sky. A chill coursed through her veins, her heart racing with every tick. Fear etched itself across her face, her skin pale and clammy. Her lips trembled, unable to form words. Danill's piercing gaze settled upon her, his eyes scrutinizing every tremble, every shudder. He saw the horror reflected in her eyes, the dread that gripped her very being. Sehar's mind reeled, thoughts swirling in chaos. How did he end up here? Why? The air thickened with an unsettling silence, heavy with the weight of death.
As she found Danill's steps coming closer to her, Sehar's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes, still fixed on the lifeless body, couldn't bear to meet Danill's gaze. The sound of his footsteps echoed through her mind, each step heavy with an unspoken meaning. She felt trapped, unable to move or escape the horror before her.
Danill's voice, low and soothing, broke the silence. "Rose,look at me." His words wrapped around her like a gentle breeze, but she couldn't obey. Fear and dread anchored her gaze to the ground.
A gentle touch on her shoulder made her flinch. Danill's hand, warm and reassuring, rested there, his fingers tracing slow circles on her skin. "Rose, focus on me." His voice drew her in, coaxing her to let go of the terror.
Slowly, she lifted her eyes, meeting Danill's intense stare.
" Y--you killed him" ? .she asked her voice cracked slightly as struggling to process the scene infront of her eyes.
"What did you expect from me rose , he dare to touched the person who's entire existence belongs to me . He stated pulling her by the waist her body fully slamed against him she feel heat rising from his body .
" What do you mean belongs to you huh ? I'm not anyone's property ok . She yelled grabbing his collar her nails digging on his skin .
"You're my property my love. He said casually and pulled her more closer .
" Huh !! You're crazy for thinking like that . She spat while his expressions change .
Sehar's words hung in the air, sparking a menacing transformation in Danill's demeanor. His eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched, as if the very suggestion had unleashed a tempest within. Without warning, he pinned Sehar to the nearby wall, his hands grasping her wrists like vice grips. The sudden movement sent shockwaves through her body, her heart racing in fear. Danill's face inches from hers, his gaze burned with a fierce intensity, the air thickening with tension. Sehar's breath caught in her throat as Danill's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, his anger and frustration palpable.
Danill's grip on Sehar's wrists tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. She winced, but he didn't relent, his body trapping hers against the wall. Sehar's pulse quickened, her mind racing with alarm. Danill's chest heaved, his ragged breathing mingling with hers.
Sehar's eyes locked onto Danill's, searching for a glimmer of reason. But his gaze remained unforgiving, burning with a fierce possessiveness. His face tilted, inches from hers, their lips almost touching. Tension crackled between them, the air electric.
Sehar's struggles ceased, her body surrendering to Danill's dominance. Her thoughts swirled, lost in the turbulent depths of his eyes. Danill's hold remained unyielding, yet a flicker of something else danced in his gaze – a hunger that threatened to consume them both.
"You're mine, forever and always.. you belong to me , dont . Forget. It . He stressed the each words living no boundaries for argument as she heard a tears escape from her .
Danill's arms enveloped Sehar as she sagged, her limbs limp. He swept her up, cradling her against his chest. Without a word, he strode to his waiting car, the doors swinging open in silent obedience. He settled Sehar on the back seat, his hands gentle despite the turmoil brewing within.
Slipping beside her, Danill's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with unspoken questions. The car glided into motion, speeding away from the chaos left behind.
As they drove, Danill's phone buzzed. He answered with a curt command, "Clean up the apartment. Remove any evidence. No one speaks of this."
His man's affirmations were lost in the hum of the engine. Sehar's eyelids fluttered, her consciousness waning. Danill's grip on her hand tightened, holding her fast.
The cityscape blurred outside, replaced by the sprawling gates of Danill's mansion. The car halted before the grand entrance. Danill stepped out, lifting Sehar into his arms once more.
With silent purpose, he carried her through the mansion's opulent halls, to a room shrouded in shadows. Gently, he laid her on the bed, his eyes lingering on her fragile form.
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Somewhere..
In a dimly lit room, a lone figure sat motionless, shrouded in shadows. The only sound was the soft creaking of the worn leather chair. The man, likely in his mid-30s, radiated an aura of quiet menace.
His eyes, dark and piercing, seemed to bore into the darkness, as if targeting an invisible enemy. A handgun rested in his right hand, fingers wrapped around the grip with practiced ease.
A sharp jawline and chiseled features accentuated his rugged appearance. The silence surrounding him was oppressive, heavy with anticipation.
His chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths, the only indication of life in an otherwise statue-still form. The air vibrated with tension, as if waiting for the spark that would unleash havoc.
Suddenly, his gaze snapped toward the door, senses heightened. Footsteps echoed outside, growing louder. His grip on the gun tightened, finger hovering over the trigger.
The man's smirk grew, twisting his chiseled features into a cruel smile as he rose from the chair. His towering frame, honed from years of ruthless power, unfolded from the shadows. At 6'2", he loomed over the messenger, his presence commanding attention. His piercing gaze seemed to bore into the subordinate's very soul.
"Excellent," he purred, his low, menacing voice sending shivers down the messenger's spine. "Bring him to me. I've been waiting." With fluid strides, he crossed the room, his long legs eating up the distance. The messenger scurried to keep pace, nervousness etched on his face.
As they descended into the basement, the air thickened with foreboding. The sound of distant screams and muffled pleas echoed through the corridors, a chilling melody that only fueled the man's anticipation. The walls seemed to press in, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows.
The man's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Tonight, we'll unravel the truth," he whispered, his breath caressing the messenger's ear. He pushed open the basement door, revealing a scene from a nightmare.
The captured individual cowered in the center of the room, flanked by two hulking guards. The air reeked of sweat and fear, the stench hanging heavy over the space. The man's gaze locked onto his prey, his eyes burning with an unholy intensity.
"Welcome to " ivan rajvanshi's playground," he whispered, his voice dripping with malevolence. "Here, secrets are unearthed, and silence is broken." With each step, his presence seemed to grow, dominating the space.
" I'm the collector of souls and guess what you is next .
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