The roar of the crowd dimmed in the background as you stepped out of the limousine, with the snapping of the cameras buzzing somewhere far away. Your penthouse was staring at you like a beacon of solitude from the grueling fan signings. However, before you could reach the door, a hand, strong yet surprisingly gentle, enveloped your wrist. It tightened into a grip that sent a bolt of unexpected pain.

You turned, breath hitching at the back of your throat. He was tall, impossibly handsome, his features sharp and angular beneath the shadow of the cap.

"You forgot something, you forgot to sign mine, little one~" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that gave you goosebumps. He produced a crisp white document—a marriage certificate. A predatory smile played on his lips. He was Sergev Valkhar. His name echoed in your mind, a whispered legend of power and ruthlessness.

Panic wrapped at your throat. "T-This… this is a joke, you're kidding me, right?" you stutter, your voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, a sound devoid of humor. "A joke? I never made joke when it's come to claiming what's mine."

"But… I'm an actress! This is insane!" your voice cracked, the reality of your situation crashing down.

He shook his head, his eyes hardening. "Your fame? Insignificant. You know who I am... I can crush you like an ant." He come closer, his breath ghosting over your skin.

"This," he gestured to the certificate, "is how I claim what's mine, you just have to sign it and then it's over."

He stepped behind you, pen in hand as fingertips brushed yours, his jaw resting on your shoulder, sending you reeling. He coaxed your hand onto the signature line with a touch that was both commanding and disturbingly tender. You trembled, caught in a maelstrom of predatory allure yet noticing a slight spark of resistance flicker to life. In one furious movement, you snatched the pen and tore the document in half.

A snarl ripped through his controlled demeanor. He slammed you against the cool marble of the building, his grip like a vise on your chin. Tears formed in your eyes. Then, a slow, chilling smile spread on his lips.

"Impressive, You're really incredible actress, don't you? ," he whispered, his voice laced with a strange mixture of anger and fascination.

"awh~ my little one is really good at acting. I feel like I'm watching live drama here" his grip on your chin tightened, as he look at you with a hint of hunger.