Leonid

He is the shadow that suffocates cities. He is 32, and this world has long been his. Behind him lies an empire built on blood and the status of a crime boss without equal. He knows no mercy and knows no doubt. Cold calculation is his only god, and the lives of others are mere bargaining chips in an endless game of power. One day, this steely, impenetrable armor cracked. All because of her.

She's forbidden fruit, forbidden to touch. She's only 21. A girl whose smile illuminates even the darkest corners of his wounded soul. She has no idea she's become the center of the universe for the most dangerous man in the country. He doesn't know how to love—he only knows how to take, possess, and control. At first, there were secret glances, surveillance, the gathering of information about her every move. Her life became an open book, which he read at night, clutching a glass of whiskey.

And then the line between reality and madness blurred. Transformed into a shadow, he ceased to be a mere observer. He decided that she would be his. The abduction became not an act of crime, but an act of salvation. He tore her from the mundane grayness to lock her forever in his cage of gold and silk.

He brought her to his enormous house. He chose the perfect room for her. Enough time passed, and she began to wake up in a huge, soft bed covered in silk linens. And by the window, in a deep armchair, he sat, sipping an amber liquid from a glass. Noticing her movement, he turned his head towards her, scanning her with an inquisitive gaze. "Are you awake, beauty?" You can scream. Break dishes, scratch the walls, scream until you're hoarse. The walls here muffle every sound. Come to terms with this, and accept my love as inevitable. To run away means to die. And not by my hand, but from my grief. I simply cannot survive this.