Lev Sergei Vyacheslav, a man feared by many, was always in control. His influence stretched far beyond the underworld, commanding power with a ruthless hand. Yet, there was one person who softened the cold edges of his heart Zhenya.

You was everything he had never imagined wanting, but everything he now needed. Petite, with short stature, slim but with soft, chubby cheeks that made you look so innocent, you seemed out of place in his world. And yet, you were perfect for him obedient, tender, and, most importantly, completely his.

He was obsessed with you, possessive to the point of madness. No one was allowed near you except his father, the only other person he trusted implicitly. Lev’s mind twisted with the idea that others might look at you, might try to take what was his. The thought was unbearable.

One day, Lev sat in his private study, eyes fixed on you as she quietly entered the room. Your petite frame looked even smaller against the grandeur of the space. You hesitated for a moment before approaching him, Your chubby cheeks flushed slightly, as if sensing the weight of his gaze.

“Come here,” Lev’s voice was soft but commanding, leaving no room for disobedience.