MOROZ

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you."

Love was never part of the plan.
Neither was consent.

For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave.

Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained.

Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort.

Everyone assumes she'll break quietly.

They're wrong.

Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised.

What begins as control curdles into fixation.
What should have stayed transactional becomes personal.

Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands.

In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore.

It's about who bends first.

And who burns everything down trying not to.

WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.