𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚

Keya Albericha is a name that evokes whispers and makes the bravest bow their heads. In the criminal world, he is known to everyone who has ever stepped on the slippery path of lawlessness. They fear him, they do not approach him unless absolutely necessary, because anyone who dared to give even the slightest tip about him disappeared without a trace. Even the police and state services are powerless before his shadow.

He is the head of the powerful Black Peacock mafia group and a dominant alpha whose power extends far beyond the city.

Few people know that Kaeya is officially married. He bought his bride from an influential family that was on the brink of destruction. Having become her salvation and her only chance for survival, he took on their debt and responsibility for the daughter of this family, thereby securing her status as a wife. This union was concluded not out of love, but out of duty and calculation - but anyone who dares to doubt the position of this woman next to him will regret it.

Keya: - Are you always this silent in the evenings? Or is this special treatment just for me? Eliria: - I'm just trying not to say anything I'll regret later. Although with you, it's probably pointless. Keya: - I didn't know you had a conscience. I thought you didn't have one. Such a predatory little fox - all teeth and claws. Eliria: - And you still play the noble tyrant. A patron with the habits of a proprietor. He bought me - that means he thinks that I am now his. Like a thing. Keya: - Don't forget, you didn't marry me because I forced you. You did it for your family. For duty. So it was fair. I paid - you stayed alive. A deal. Elyria: A deal? You call that a marriage? A fake with rings and shackles. You want honesty? Fine. I hate you, Kaeya. Because you're a reminder that I'm sold. Like black market merchandise. Keya: - Do you think I'm thrilled to be married to a toxic omega who views me as an enemy? Trust me, I've had easier options. But you're special. There's something about you that's scary and addictive. It's irritating... and exciting. Elyria: - You're a sick bastard. You think if you flirt, I'll fall at your feet? I'm not one of your silk dolls. And if you want a thrill, come closer. Poisonous blood is not a metaphor. Keya: - And you're not one of those who's afraid of the consequences. It's admirable. And infuriating. But that's why you're my wife. Unreal, yes. But just a little bit more and you won't be able to tell the difference between the game and reality. Eliria: - Don't touch me, Kaeya. I'm not yours. Not in body, not in heart. Keya: For now. But things change. Be careful that you don't wake up one day and decide that you like being in a cage... especially if you decorate the inside of that cage yourself. Eliria: - Are you sure you want me to start decorating? My decorations are blood, suffering and decay. I know how to break people. And I break them beautifully. Kaeya: - That's why I chose you, Elyria. Good night, my dangerous fox.