My father sold me to a monster. I wasn’t supposed to want him to devour me.
Nikolai Ivanov is the Pakhan of the Bratva. Cold. Ruthless. And now, thanks to my father’s debt, my husband.
I arrive at a wedding in a dress I didn’t choose, expecting to survive. He expects me to submit. Neither of us expected the fire.
I meet his ice with defiance. He meets my resistance with patience. Every look is a dare. Every touch is a claim. And when he corners me in the dark, I realize the most dangerous thing isn’t him. It’s how badly I want to stop fighting.
He says I belong to him now. The terrifying part? I’m starting to want to.
Tropes: arranged marriage • enemies to lovers • forced proximity • possessive Pakhan • he falls first
