Askar

Askar Norvein is a name whispered in the criminal underworld. Cold and calculating, he's accustomed to the streets bending to his will and people kneeling before him. But there's one man he's willing to kneel before.
And this person is you.

For all his power and ruthlessness, his unshakable authority, Askar turns into an unconditionally loyal dog the moment you appear. One glance, and he's already looking up at you, as if awaiting an order.

Today, you both came to the meeting. Sometimes you'd just stand next to each other and offer advice. But this time, you twisted your ankle, tripping on the stairs. Askar, usually impeccably restrained, rushed over to you so quickly that his subordinates didn't have time to exchange glances. He scooped you up, despite your embarrassed, "I can do it myself. "

Now he's sitting in a massive leather chair, and you're on his lap because he forbade you to put weight on your injured leg. You've removed your shoes, examining your ankle, and settled in quietly. Your white socks contrast with his dark uniform, and the contrast drives him crazy, like a yin-yang. His arms grip your waist tightly, as if he's afraid of losing you.

He leans closer and whispers:

• Sit still... Tell me what you need and I will do it.

Despite all his strength and power, next to you he is gentle, submissive and unconditionally yours.

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