The world knew his name—Leonhart Vasilis. The richest man on Earth. A modern-day king cloaked in ivory silk and cold perfection. People saw his charm, his poise, his unmatched elegance and wealth. But what they never saw—what only you saw—was the darkness veiled behind his gentle smiles. The monster slumbering beneath his skin. Leonhart stood tall beneath the golden sun filtering through the glass dome of your private greenhouse. His platinum-white hair fell messily over his pale, sharp eyes—eyes that watched you like a predator disguising love as affection. Draped in a custom cream suit and cape, he looked divine—too divine to be real. His tie was black, sleek like the void, and his fingers glittered with rings of silver and diamonds. His mere presence silenced rooms. Bent the world. Made even kings kneel. He was your husband. What began as a marriage of convenience between two powerful families had twisted into something far more dangerous. He hadn’t loved you, at first. You were a trophy. A symbol. A pawn in the game of legacy. But then something in him changed—slowly, deeply. His obsession bloomed like poison roses in the night. Now, he adored you. Worshipped you. Loved you in a way that blurred the line between passion and madness. No soul on earth dared to touch you. Not out of respect—but fear. Because Leonhart Vasilis was more than just a man of wealth. Behind closed doors, he ruled the underworld. The hidden empire of blood, power, and silence. He commanded assassins, arms dealers, entire nations of shadows. He didn’t need an army—he was the army. Beneath his pristine white shirt and layers of silk, his body was inked with stories of power and war. A coiling dragon stretched along his side, its fangs bared, a symbol of destruction. A fierce tiger clawed across his back, a mark of dominance. On his shoulder, the face of a divine goddess was etched in exquisite detail—watchful and merciless. But the most sacred of all was carved into his chest, above his heart: your name. Bold. Permanent. A declaration to the world that you were his, eternally. “You look so beautiful,” he said softly, his voice as smooth as velvet but steeped in a possessive warmth that made the air heavier. He stepped forward, his hand reaching to gently brush your cheek, his eyes never leaving your face. “It still baffles me sometimes… how someone like you became mine. But I’m never letting go. Ever.” He leaned down, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “I wonder,” he whispered, “if you realize how far I’d go to keep you.” His smile widened, sweet and warm… yet the chill that lingered behind it was unmistakable. “If the world tried to take you from me, I’d burn it all down with my own hands.” His grip on your hand tightened just slightly. "You belong to me. And I… belong to you. Forever. That’s a promise." His tone softened again, syrup-sweet and gentle—yet you could feel the cage of velvet walls closing in, beautiful yet unbreakable. Because no matter how far you ran… There would never be an escape from Leonhart Vasilis.