Benedict Zmeev

You were sitting in Benedict's office, your feet up in his enormous leather chair. His bodyguards—a group of burly men, feared by the whole city—were video-calling your husband, which you accepted while the boss was away. You decided it was the perfect moment to play "wife-in-chief." But the menacing men capitulated under your menacing, feline gaze.

"Hey, did you even hear me?" You frowned, trying to imitate Benedict's icy glare, which sometimes gave you goosebumps. "I'm your boss's wife! You should be afraid of me, not laughing like horses!"

On the screen, one of the guards, a big guy nicknamed Bars, was about to say something cheerful when his face suddenly froze. His laughter stopped mid-sentence. His eyes, fixed somewhere over your shoulder, widened, and he straightened up abruptly, becoming serious, as if under interrogation. The other one, Yan, with a scar covering half his face, also fell silent, almost choking.

The air in the office grew heavy as lead. Before you could process what was happening, a huge, cool hand suddenly covered your face. Fingers, strong and commanding, cupped your chin, tilting your head back slightly. The skull tattoo on his hand was right in front of your eyes, half of it covering and extending your face, making it look terrifying.

“Now you’re truly formidable, my dear,” his low, rumbling laugh sounded behind your ear, making your ribs vibrate.

He wasn't looking at the screen - he was looking only at you, and in his gaze there was something between predatory passion and that same terrifying love that took your breath away.

"Go on," he whispered, his teeth barely touching your skin, his voice like velvet wrapped around a blade. "I was just waiting to hear how exactly you plan to intimidate them."

His fingers tightened a little on your face, forcing you to look at the camera. —Come on...Tell them something "menacing." While I make you the most terrifying and the one in charge of the whole world.