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Misha's was so pure and beautiful, it could destroy nations. Her innocence made people willing to die just to protect her.
Alexander, the most powerful man on Earth, saw something in Misha that no one else did. He was the king of kings...
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I groan in pain, feeling lost. Who am I? Where am I? I can feel a soft, comfortable mattress under me. The room feels just right, not too hot or cold. I still haven't opened my eyes, still trying to wake up. Slowly, I open them, adjusting to the light. It's not too bright, almost like it's night.
When my eyes finally focus, I look around and realize I'm in a very fancy room. It's so big and beautiful, like it could be used for a big celebration. But then I feel something heavy on my legs. I look down and freeze. There's a giant, polar bear-like man lying between my legs.
He's not wearing a shirt, just some pants, and his head is resting on my thighs. His hands are holding my legs tightly. I can't see his face because it's between my legs. I feel scared and scream.
"Who are you, Mr. Polar Bear?"
That's when he moves and looks up at me.
And oh my god... he's so handsome.
It feels like I've seen him before, but where? I can't even remember who I am. And this man in front of me has the most handsome face I've ever seen. Oh my god, I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack. He's just so handsome.
The man slowly crawls towards me, moving like a baby. He gets close to me and, since I'm already lying down, he just falls on top of me. It feels like I'm under a heavy blanket, but somehow, it's comforting. His body is warm, and it feels so nice.
But then I realize how close we are. Who is he? How did he get into my room? My thoughts stop when he leans in close to my ear, blowing a soft, hot breath on it. He whispers in a sleepy, heavy voice, "Don't think too hard, busy bird."
I shudder and ask, "Who are you? Why are you in my room?"
He hugs me closer and says, "Our."
I look at him, confused, and ask, "What??"
He smiles and says, "Our room, baby girl."
I don't understand what he means, but I'm really scared of this handsome giant.
Just then, his hands slipped inside my T-shirt and gripped my waist. He asked, "Can I sleep for one more hour?" Who is he, and why is he asking me this? I lowered my voice again and asked, "Polar bear, who are you?"
