He pinned me against the wall, his hand on my throat and his lips on my neck. 'Run,' he said. 'I'll just drag you back.' I should hate him. I'm terrified of him. So why does my body betray me every time he whispers my name? He warned me once: "This city protects me, not you." Now I believe him. When I went to the police to escape Aleksandr Markov's relentless obsession, my sister was framed and locked up. When I tried to run, he bought my workplace and became my boss. When I begged him to let me go, he whispered in my ear with his lips pressed to my neck: "You're mine, My little dove. Struggle all you want-I'll keep you until you stop fighting... or until you break." But the scariest part? The longer I'm trapped in his cage, the less I want to leave. A billionaire villain. A powerless heroine. A game of power, obsession, and desire where losing means surrendering everything-including your heart.

under construction :) ❝𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑻, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮...❞ ☄. *. ⋆ ❝𝑩𝑼𝑻, 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞ 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵, A young witch whose adoptive father is the sin of lust, with many aspirations and dreams, has fallen into a mayhem of death, finding family roots and magical as well as the twisted feeling of teenage love between herself and her childhood bully. ╰─▸ 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸..*ੈ✩‧₊˚