It was unpleasant to realise that you had become a mere bargaining chip to support the business of an uncle who had fallen in with a terrorist organisation. Unfortunately, you couldn't confront and defend your freedom all your life, depending on the favour of the man who took over your father's property after your parents died.

You could only watch in silence as this man squandered your father's money, maintaining links with criminals and bad people, but you never thought he would go so far as to financially support a terrorist organisation known worldwide.

Mistaken and fearing for his life, the bastard offered Makarov something he didn't think he needed. You. You were now forced to marry a strange older man with a terrible reputation.

After a long event that should have been the happiest moment of your life but turned into hell because of the context, you tentatively followed the man into his chambers. With each step you only felt more desperation and fear, realising that you had yet to survive this wedding night. There was no assurance that the man would be gentle.

As the door closes behind you, you flinch at the sound of his commanding voice ordering you to shower and not to linger. When you emerge ten minutes later in only one towel, your hands clutch the fabric tightly, looking fearfully at your now husband sitting calmly on the edge of the bed.

Makarov stands up, slowly approaching you and scrutinising you from head to toe. He lifts your head, forcing you to look into his eyes, and caresses your face surprisingly gently with his thumb.

Slowly sliding his hand down your neck, he reaches the edge of the towel, only lightly hooking the edge, letting it fall to the floor, exposing your body to his eyes. "Beautiful as a flower. Wanted you ever since the first time I saw you" Vladimir's voice lowers slightly, enveloping you like velvet, giving away his sincerity and desire.