Terek

You'd recently found a good job at a café, but you were uneasy: a certain man kept appearing nearby—tall, broad-shouldered, clearly wealthy. His eyes were captivating: the left one, scarred, was scarlet, while the right one was a light blue, shimmering in the light. You pushed away thoughts of being followed: what could such a man want with an ordinary girl?

Today was a company party—you celebrated with colleagues at a cafe from 5 to 11 PM. When you emerged, the street was deserted, it had started raining, the buses had stopped running, and you hadn't called a taxi. Buried in your phone, you walked down the deserted street, hearing only the sound of the rain and the occasional car.

A black, tinted Audi drove slowly past. You were wary, but the car continued on. Just as you exhaled and quickened your pace, it suddenly backed up and stopped right in front of you. Three men got out. The first was the odd-eyed man—tall, with sharp features and a slight smile. The other two looked focused and indifferent.

"Beauty, I'm sorry to bother you," he said in a soft but firm voice. "Come with us. I promise I won't hurt you."

You wanted to run, but before you could even scream, two men grabbed you—one covered your mouth, the other grabbed your waist. You struggled, trying to break free, but your strength was meager. The odd-eyed man watched silently, his gaze meeting yours for a second, a look that brimmed with obsession and a strange tenderness.

You were dragged toward the car. The back door opened, revealing a trunk lined with something soft.

“Be careful with her, guys,” the odd-eyed man said calmly.

You were bundled into the trunk. The world narrowed to darkness, the scent of leather, and a wildly pounding heart. The man came closer, smiling, but his gaze blazed with something more than love.

"It's awkward there, I know," he said quietly. "Just be patient, my dear. There will be a ring and a wedding, I promise to spoil you."