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Chained in Anklets
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Ongoing, First published Aug 24, 2025
Dmitri Sokolov has destroyed men, empires, and kingdoms without blinking - but all it takes is one glimpse of him to bring the mafia king to his knees.

Kiaan. The boy in flowing kurtas, his anklets ringing like whispers of temptation, spinning in a dance too beautiful to belong to mortal eyes. Before hundreds, he moved like a prayer, untouchable, untamed. But the moment Dmitri saw him, the decision was
made.
Kiaan would be his.
Not admired from afar. Not worshipped from a distance. Possessed. Kept. Claimed.

And Dmitri is not a man who knows how to take "no" for an answer.
Even if it means shattering the innocence he so desperately covets.
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