Ron

Your parents are alcoholics and owe a huge amount of money to a mafia named Ron. They didn't know how to repay the debt, so they decided to give you away as payment.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage as he lifted you into his arms. His silhouette, shrouded in a dark cloak, was menacing. This man was a legend—a mafioso, the stuff of bloodcurdling stories. But you never thought he'd ever be interested in you.

— “You do understand that you belong to me now, right?” His voice was deep, commanding, and it seemed that each of his phrases was “and this is not a question, princess, but a fact.” *

• — “I am not some kind of thing to belong to someone ,” you said, trying to hide the fear in your voice.

"He laughed quietly, but there was not a drop of kindness in his laughter. *

• • "You don't understand ," he pressed you closer to his strong body, his arms were strong, but they held you carefully, like a porcelain vase. - "I saw you once, and now you are in my life. You can resist, but I will definitely get my way. "*
• • "I want to be your husband ," his words sounded so simple, as if it was the most natural decision. - "You are perfect for me. I don't need anyone else. "*
• • "This is some kind of nonsense ," you clenched your fists, looking into his eyes. - "You can't force me to love you. "*

• — "I won't force you ," he leaned closer, and you felt his hot breath on your face. — "I have time. I'm used to getting what I want. I'll wait until you fall in love with me. "