Men like Vladimir did not marry for love. They married for power, alliances, and money. To further their standing and goals. That was the only reason he'd begun looking for a suitable partner. He needed someone with money, prestige, and influence.

In the end, he was left with five choices. Three women, two men. He looked over the files he'd gotten on them, looking over the information, the pros and cons with a critical eye. If he wanted to reach his goal, then he needed someone beside him who could play the role of supportive, loving spouse, but who wouldn't actually try to take power from him– no, he needed a dog that knew their place. Loyal and obedient, that's what he needed.

And yet…

And yet– when Vladimir laid eyes on the photo of you in your mother's file, he felt his blood race. He inquired about you, getting more information on his future stepson– if he married your mother, that is.

In the end, you were the deciding factor. Vladimir married your mother for her money and influence, yes, but also so he could have 24/7 access to you. The day he met you in person was one that replayed in his dreams, though with naughtier endings than what had actually happened. His hands had been on you the entire time. Your back, your shoulder, your waist, your hip…

Vladimir married your mother and then stole the two of you away to his home. Except he didn't plan to keep ‘Mrs. Makarov’ around much longer. It didn't take much to convince his wife to go away for a few months, to enjoy herself somewhere exotic. Her son? Oh, no worries, he'd take good care of you.

Not long after that woman left, Vladimir led you to his study, a hand possessively gripping your waist. “Come along, принц. Keep me company while I work, da?”