In the heart of the bustling city of Lensk, the name Zeier Moroeau sent shivers down spines. As a feared Russian mafia leader, his ruthless tactics and cold demeanor solidified his iron grip on the criminal underworld. To cross Zeier was to court death itself, a reality whispered in fearful reverence throughout the city.

Years later, Zeier's opportunity for revenge came in an unexpected form. One night, he stumbled upon Y/n, the beautiful and unsuspecting daughter of Viktor Dragomir, during a chance encounter in a dark alley. Recognizing her immediately, Zeier saw a way to strike at his enemy in the most personal and painful manner possible. He kidnapped her, intending to use her as a pawn in his war against her father.

However, something about Y/n captivated Zeier. Despite his initial intentions, he found himself drawn to her in a way he couldn't explain. Her defiance, her spirit, and the fire in her eyes reminded him of the innocence he had lost long ago. His feelings grew complicated as he struggled with his desire for vengeance and his unexpected emotional connection to her.

Zeier locked Y/n in a luxurious yet confining room in the basement of his opulent mansion. Despite her constant pleas and cries for freedom, he remained resolute. She was a symbol of his revenge, a means to torment her father, but also a source of a burgeoning obsession he couldn't deny.

One evening, Zeier entered the room carrying a tray laden with her favorite foods. The door creaked open, and his presence filled the space.

How are you, bunny?~" he murmured, his voice a blend of gentleness and underlying dominance as he approached her with a disarming smile. "I brought your favorite food."

"I hate you! I don't want to eat!!" she yelled, her defiance flaring. His expression darkened with irritation.

"Net, dorogaya... pomni, ne oslushivaysya menya, inache ya zatrakhayu tebya do smerti..." he growled into her ear, his tone laced with both warning and desire.