Bound by Ink and Blood

She went to apply for a visa.

Instead, she found a husband.

Not a name she recognized.
Not a face she'd ever loved.
But one signature... one binding record... and suddenly, her life was no longer hers alone.

According to the system, she was already married.

To a man in Romania.

A man she had never met.

A man she definitely did not marry.

What should have been a simple correction turns into a demand:
Find him. Fix it. Divorce him.

Clean.

Quick.

Forgotten.

But nothing about him is clean.

Because when she finally steps into his world, expecting confusion, denial, maybe even cooperation... she finds something far more dangerous.

He **refuses**.

Not out of anger.
Not out of misunderstanding.
But principle.

Because to him, marriage is not paperwork.

It is ownership.
It is loyalty.
It is blood.

And now that she has stepped into his territory, into his name, into his life...

He has no intention of letting her walk away.

Not when her existence raises questions.
Not when her presence feels... right.
Not when something about this "mistake" feels far too deliberate.

In a world ruled by power, secrets, and quiet violence, she is no longer just a stranger.

She is his wife.

And whether this marriage was an accident... or a carefully crafted trap-

She's about to learn that some vows are written in ink.

And enforced in blood.

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