Devoted to your shadow
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Esme Merrow thought the most dangerous thing in her life was herself.
The way she moved through nights without thinking, let strangers touch her just to feel something, the way she avoided silence like it could expose her. At twenty, her life is messy, loud, and temporary-coffee-stained mornings, reckless decisions, and memories she never fully keeps.
She doesn't notice patterns,
look behind her and realize someone else already is.
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Katarina Ivanova is not a rumor.
She is a name whispered in the wrong places. A Russian mafia boss who built her empire on control, precision, and fear. Cold, calculating, and completely untouchable. She doesn't chase chaos-she creates order out of it.
When Katarina wants something...she takes it with no hesitation, permission and no way of escaping her.
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So tell me, angel.
If a Russian mafia boss decided you belong to her...
if she knew everything about you before you even noticed her...
Would you fight?
Or would you realize too late that you were never
free to begin with?
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Warnings: 18+,smut, explicit language and sex scenes, torture, sick obsession, drugs, alcohol, invading personal space, manipulation and gaslighting, psychotic behavior, torture, kidnapping, etc.
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𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀𝗺 (/ˈsɒlɪpsɪz(ə)m/ from Latin solus, meaning "alone", and ipse, meaning "self") is the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. As an epistemological position, solipsism holds that knowledge of anything outside one's own mind is unsure; the external world and other minds cannot be known and might not exist outside the mind. Cecilia Mae Bennett has always lived slightly outside the rhythm of other people's lives. Brilliant, restless, and chronically late, she moves through the world with a careless confidence that hides a mind constantly turning inward-toward loneliness, thoughts, and questions that refuse simple answers. At university, she finds herself in the lecture hall of Professor Eleanora Dalton. Dalton is everything Cecilia is not: composed, exacting, and impossible to read. A philosopher who believes thinking is a discipline, not a performance. Unlike Cecilia she's someone who takes morbid pleasure in complete solitude. She has little patience for interruptions-especially not from a student who arrives late and looks at her as though she were something to be studied. What begins as irritation gradually becomes something more difficult to name. The lines that once seemed clear-professional, ethical, necessary-begin to lose their certainty. Recognition rarely arrives politely. And once it does, it refuses to disappear. In the end, both are forced to confront a quieter truth: that some desires endure despite restraint, and that silence can unsettle even the most carefully controlled life.
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