THE TSAR'S OBSESSION: His Only Everything
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THE TSAR'S OBSESSION: His Only Everything
"Don't even think of doing that again... or you won't have a next second to live."
The office was dead silent. Russia's most talented business mogul was on her knees, clutching her bleeding hand after trying to touch his arm. Viktor Volkov-the No. 1 Mafia King-didn't even look up. He was a "No-Touch" King. One graze, and you lose your life.
I stood at the door, paralyzed. Terrified.
My mind raced to the morning I arrived. I had slipped and fallen right into his chest. His massive arms had held me. My skin had touched his. But he didn't reach for his gun. He didn't look disgusted.
I thought it was because I was his sister's best friend. I thought I was just a guest.
But as Viktor stood up and walked toward me, the air shifted. Ignoring the blood on his desk, he placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me to his private cabin in front of everyone. In that silent, possessive gaze, I realized the truth.
I wasn't just a guest. I was the only person in the world allowed to breathe his air.
He is the Devil who shoots the world for a touch. But for his Angel? She is his Only Everything.
⚠️ WARNINGS
Morally Grey/Dark Lead: He is a King, not a hero.
Obsessive/Possessive Behavior: "He doesn't share."
Violence: Descriptions of gunplay and mafia life.
Slow Burn to High Heat.
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