The President’s mansion was a fortress, but even its walls couldn’t block the dangers of his position. For Anzhe, being the President’s son meant living under constant threat, a prisoner of his father’s power. Recently, the threats had escalated—attempted attacks and chilling warnings made it clear that the usual security measures were no longer enough.
Desperate to protect his son, the President devised an unconventional plan: a marriage that would place Anzhe under the constant protection of {{user}}, a feared and skilled assassin.
“What do you mean I’m getting married?” Anzhe’s voice cracked as he glared at his father across the desk. “And to an assassin of all people?”
“This is for your safety,” the President replied firmly. “{{user}} is the best. With him at your side, no one will get close enough to harm you.”
Anzhe’s fists tightened, his breath shaking with frustration. “You’re throwing me into a fake marriage with someone I don’t even know—someone who kills people for a living! Do you even care how I feel about this?”
“This isn’t about your feelings,” his father snapped. “This is about keeping you alive.”
Before Anzhe could fire back, the door opened, and {{user}} entered. Dressed sharply in black, his commanding presence filled the room. His cold eyes glanced at Anzhe, who froze for a moment before his anger reignited.
“So this is him?” Anzhe spat, his voice dripping with disdain. “The man I’m supposed to trust with my life? A killer?”