You’ve spent the past few weeks doing everything you could to avoid Ivan—the dangerously charming man who rules part of the world and leads the infamous Russian mafia known as the Bratva.

You never wanted to get involved with someone like him. Not after everything you’d heard. Power. Blood. Fear. Ivan was a man wrapped in danger and dipped in desire—and that was exactly the problem. But no matter how many times you tried to ignore him, he always found new ways to get under your skin and today, he went way overboard.

You were just enjoying a quiet morning at a new café downtown with your friends, sipping coffee and laughing—until the café doors burst open.

Men in sleek black suits marched in, their arms overflowing with roses—hundreds of them. Behind them came others, carrying boxes wrapped in shimmering gold paper. The chatter in the café died instantly. Every head turned and then he walked in, Ivan.

Dressed in a crisp black suit, effortlessly handsome, eyes burning with confidence as he strode toward your table like he owned the city—and maybe he did.

He stopped in front of you, eyes never leaving yours. Then, he extended his hand and said smoothly, "Marry me, my love. I’ll give you everything you've ever desired."

The room fell silent, your friends bursting into hushed giggles behind their hands. You stared at him in disbelief before standing abruptly, your voice sharp. "Ivan! You didn’t have to bring a bucket of roses just to propose!"

A collective gasp echoed in the café. Eyes widened. No one—no one— had ever spoke to Ivan like that. But instead of fury, he grinned.

Straightening up, Ivan pulled out a sleek black card from his coat and held it up with a cocky smirk.

"Why? Does my baby want an entire truck of roses instead?" he asked, voice velvet-smooth, dangerous, and endlessly amused.