The Tyrant King's Innocent Prey

The chill of the Moscow evening seeped into your oversized coat as you stepped out of the university gates, a law book clutched against your chest. The city lights blurred slightly behind the sudden, unsettling awareness that someone was watching you.

You shook your head, trying to dismiss the feeling. Just nerves.

But the next day, a sleek black Aston Martin appeared outside your apartment building. And then, the gifts began arriving—each one a more unsettling reminder that you were no longer safe. The last, a black box containing a leather glove and a chilling note, confirmed your deepest fear: someone powerful had found you, and they wanted you.

Now, you've woken up in a strange, luxurious room, your wrists bound. The cold, piercing blue eyes of Damien Volkov, the man who rules the city's dark underbelly, are fixed on you from across the room. Your heart hammers against your ribs, the silence of the opulent space amplifying the terrifying reality of your captivity.