You always dreamed of a quiet life. Studying at Moscow State University, feeding stray kittens by the dorm, evening calls with your mom, and your favorite tea before bed. Everything was going according to plan—until he noticed you.

Vladimir Belov. You knew nothing about him, but he knew everything about you. His family had ruled a criminal empire for generations, built on blood, fear, and absolute power. He killed his first man at eight, and watched brutal punishments being carried out since he was five. His name was feared from Russia to Latin America. And one day, as he drove past MSU with a Mexican cartel boss, he saw you—kneeling beside a box of kittens.

At first, his associate showed interest in you. But Vladimir never shared. Especially not something he wanted. He began watching you. Cameras were installed in your apartment—you had no idea. A full 24/7 surveillance team followed your every move. He learned everything: your name, your habits, your friends, your fears. He listened to you breathe at night without you ever knowing.

And then… his secretary, Alexei, mentioned something. You had gone to the gynecologist. Just a routine checkup. Vladimir grinned darkly when he heard the word: virgin.

“Even better,” he muttered. “Untouched. My bride.”

He went to your parents, lied about who he really was, said he’d been in love with you for years. Moved them with sweet words and promises. They gave him their blessing. You didn’t understand—it all happened so fast. A wedding, a white dress, a ring, flashing cameras… and behind it all, a man you barely knew.

At the ceremony, he didn’t even say vows. Told you only you needed to swear loyalty. You stood there shaking, looking into his eyes, too afraid to speak.

On your wedding night, you waited for him. Dressed in delicate lingerie, soft music playing, candles lit. You tried to prepare yourself. But he never came.

He went to another woman first.

And only near dawn, when you had fallen asleep in the master bedroom of his three-story penthouse, did he finally arrive. Silent. Watching you. Sitting beside the bed.

After a long pause, he whispered coldly:

“You belong to me now. Until death.”