𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 #𝟐 "HIS TOUCH WAS SUPPOSED TO BE TOXIC,YET IT IGNITED A LONGING I COULDN'T RESIST." I'm the storm that rages, untamed and wild, Jeremy Volkov, the steel that binds me, my greatest rival. He thinks I'm his to claim, but he's mistaken, I'm a flame that burns with intensity. I crave him, this ruthless, cold-blooded man, The way he makes me burn, like wildfire in the sand. But our love is forbidden, impossible to resist, A game of power and seduction, where I'll never submit. He's my enemy, my foe, But I'll never let go.

The shadows whispered of a king, Landon, they called, a twisted thing. His mind a maze, his heart a stone, He played his games, utterly alone. The Bratva seethed, their fury grew, Each heir he mocked, each insult flew. Then they called on him, from New York's harsh gleam, A future pakhan, fueled by a vengeful dream. Not to destroy, but to possess, To bend the King, to his distress. With soft words and eyes of burning coal, He schemed to claim Landon, body and soul. A dance of power, yet to play, Where cunning met a twisted sway. The Bratva's heir, with plans untold, And the King, in a cage of his own cold. Would love bloom in this battle of might? Or just ashes by the end of this dark night?

Landon King is chaos wrapped in arrogance. Charming, untouchable, and impossibly infuriating. Jeremy Volkov is control incarnate. A calculating, dangerous force who thrives on precision and power. They should never cross paths. They should never want each other. But one night, in a storm of anger, adrenaline, and unspoken desire, the line between hatred and obsession shatters. What begins as a brutal, violent encounter ignites a fire neither of them can contain. Every glance becomes a challenge, every touch a provocation, every word a trap. Their battles are no longer just about pride. They're a game of dominance, seduction, and relentless, intoxicating tension. In a world of privilege, secrets, and danger, Landon and Jeremy are drawn together by a force that is as thrilling as it is dangerous. Who will claim the upper hand? Who will bend? And how far will either of them go to get what they want? Enemies, rivals, and something far more dangerous: they are each other's obsession.

After many conflicts, the old enemies finally made peace, but could everyone accept this peace?Jeremy Volkov Could he ignore everything that had happened in an instant? Of course he couldn't, just as London King had no intention of accepting peace. Will this unforgettable enmity bind them together or make them hate each other more than ever? No one knows for sure.

They were born to inherit kingdoms and meant to ruin each other. They should have been rivals. They should have stayed enemies. But obsession has no rules and desire doesn't bow to bloodlines. What begins as a clash between heirs turns into something darker - an addiction carved out of violence and need. ________________________________________________________________________________ !!All characters belong to Rina Kent!!

As we all love JerLan so much! So dedicated to bring as much as possible!

"Matryoshka" A doll that learns to love the hands that crack its porcelain and the hands that mend it. ________________________________________ Jeremy had me pinned against the shattered remains of an antique mirror, glass teeth biting into his palms as he struggled to keep his breathing even. "Adorable" Jeremy cooed, pressing the cold barrel of a gun beneath my chin. "You're shaking." A razor-blade smile. "With rage." Lie. My stomach coiled tight as Jeremy's free hand slid under my shirt counting my ribs like a butcher pricing cuts. "Liar." The safety clicked off. "Your pulse is begging me to stop." I forced a laugh, even as my vision blurred at the edges. "Then you're bad at listening." The gun fired into the ceiling and I flinched, shame burning hotter than the gunpowder scent between them. Jeremy licked the tear from my cheek. "There it is." {Jeremy x Landon}

Jeremy Volkov × Landon King "Dont even think about it volkov" "oh moy psikh when im near you i cant think" Two enemies searching for revenge, but when one gets taken what does the other do..? LEGACY OF GODS FANFICTION

Landon: "You're a mistake I won't make twice." Jeremy: "Maybe. But we both know, I'm the sin you'll never stop craving, Моя Отрава." Landon King knew better than to love Jeremy Volkov. A devil with ice in his veins, Jeremy lured him in, only to shatter him. Now, Landon's heart is gone, crushed in Jeremy's grasp. But broken things don't stay broken forever- And this time, the devil may bleed. This is a saga of love turned ruin, vengeance born from heartbreak, and two souls caught in a dark, dangerous dance.

His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back until their eyes met-his, burning with fury. "Where the fuck is he?" he snarled, voice like gravel and thunder. She shuddered. "I... I won't..." A sharp bolt of pain shot through her skull as he twisted her hair tighter. In one swift motion, he drew his pistol and pressed it cold and hard against her temple. "Tell me," he growled, "or do you want to die?" Tears welled in her eyes as she let out a broken sob. "I want to die... Please, just kill me," she whispered, her voice drenched in years of torment. A storm of rage surged through him. His finger twitched on the trigger. He wanted to end her right then-end the defiance, the lies, everything. But something in her shattered posture stopped him. His gaze drifted over her trembling body, and his fury twisted into something darker. A cruel smile curled on his lips. "Not before I get a taste of you."