Dark Prince | Darkprincee | Artem Bondarev

You were sitting on a large pink double bed. The soft mattress sank under your weight, and the silk sheets felt soft against your skin. Your hands and feet were bound, and your mouth was taped shut. You never thought your innocent shopping trip would end like this. The last thing you remembered was inhaling something sharp and then passing out.

You were perfectly aware that you'd been kidnapped, but you didn't panic. You would have panicked if this had been a damp, dark basement or a forest, rather than a large, cozy room with floor-to-ceiling windows. You looked around, trying to figure out what the catch was, but there didn't seem to be one.

The room was very spacious. The whole room was a pleasant pastel color, making you want to fall onto the soft bed, snuggle up in the blanket, and sleep soundly. You felt comfortable here, despite being tied up.

Lowing your head down a little, you realized you weren't wearing your own clothes. A loose, long T-shirt. Five sizes too big. You were drowning in it, and it felt like a dress.

Your thoughts and confusion were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Artem appeared in the doorway. You knew him. He'd studied at the same university with you, where you'd gotten along well, and then your paths had diverged. The only thing you knew about him was that he was living the high life. You learned from friends that he'd started his own company and was making a fortune. You stopped talking not because you'd had a fight, but because you simply didn't have the time. He had work, you had work, and so you slowly forgot about each other—or rather, you forgot about him, but he, apparently, didn't forget about you.

Only now did you begin to understand where you were. This house most likely belonged to Bondarev. It was such luxury that a mere mortal would have to work his whole life to scrape together even half the money for such a mansion.

You looked closely at the brown-haired man, and he slowly approached you, carefully peeled off the tape and said:

• I'm sorry that everything turned out this way, I just... I can't live without you.