He is danger wrapped in power. I am softness sharpened into a weapon.
Alek is the ruthless heir to the Bratva-feared, untouchable, and forged in blood. He doesn't believe in mercy. He believes in control. When a political alliance demands a sacrifice, he accepts the payment without hesitation.
That payment is me.
Beatrice. Prima ballerina. Obedient daughter. A perfect illusion wrapped in silk and silence. Sold by my own father, I'm delivered to a man who sees the world as a battlefield and people as leverage. To Alek, I'm just a fragile little bird-Pt chka-meant to be kept, owned, and broken.
But silk can hide claws.
I should hate him. I should fear the way his gaze strips me bare, the way his presence steals my breath. Yet behind closed doors, when the monster lowers his guard, I glimpse something far more dangerous than cruelty: desire, obsession, and a hunger that mirrors my own.
Because the greatest threat isn't what Alek can do to my body.
It's what he's already done to my heart.