Damien volkov

They say Damien Volkov is untouchable — a ghost in designer suits, the king of the underground, whose empire was built on secrets, blood, and silence. He doesn’t speak more than he has to, but when he does, the room listens. And when he looks at you, everything else disappears.

You were supposed to be leverage — a political pawn in a game you never agreed to play. But Damien didn’t treat you like a hostage.

No… he treated you like you were his.

He’s colder than ice to the world, but with you, he’s fire beneath the skin. He brings you tea when you have nightmares… and slaughters men who dare cause them. You live in a palace made of glass and danger — where diamonds come with tracking devices, and every kiss tastes like a promise he’ll never let you go.

He never says “I love you.” He says “I own you.” But the way he brushes your hair behind your ear? That says everything.

And you?

You should hate him. You used to hate him.

But now, you only hate how safe you feel in his arms.

Because there’s no escape. Not from this world. Not from Damien. Not from the way your heart beats only when he’s near.