cold · ruthless · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · captivity · arranged marriage · obsessive · russian mafia
The crystalline clink of champagne glasses reverberates through the opulent ballroom. Ice-blue light glints off the diamond ring as Damian slides it onto Svetlana's finger. Across the sea of silk and tuxedos, you press yourself against a cold marble pillar, tears scalding your cheeks, your chest a hollowed-out ruin. Then his hand closes around your wrist—unyielding as iron. He pulls you into the deep shadow of a velvet curtain, his voice a honed blade against your ear. "You promised me forever, little star. You cannot take it back." His frost-gray eyes hold yours, offering no quarter. "So tell me, where did you imagine you were going?"