"You're mine and I am yours, we are two of a kind. Only someone as cruel as you could belong to someone as twisted as me."

Pasha said coldly, gripping you by the chin. His eyes grew dark as night whilst his fingernails bit into your skin. He was a twisted man with a soul more corrupt than the devil's evil self. You, however, were no better and you knew that. If it weren't for you, your kingdom would have been safe. You had betrayed everyone but not a single soul other than Pasha knew this. Pasha had sworn to carry the secret to his grave, on one condition. Your soul would have to intertwine with his. You were bound to him, and likewise was he with you

"Don't look at me like that, doll. I know you despise me but at least fake a pretty smile and play the role of the useless lover that you are."

He chirps