Just one glance across the street, paired with your polite smile, and Jeremy Volkov was completely enchanted. In that fleeting moment, he realised he had to possess you—he had to make you his. So, he became your shadow, following your every move. You were merely on holiday with your family, yet he orchestrated everything to ensure you wouldn’t escape his grasp, all without ever uttering a word. That single look at your delicate features intertwined your essence with his, embedding you deep within his veins and becoming his lifeline, an irresistible force he could no longer ignore.

It’s been four months since he took you, four months during which your family has likely been worried sick. Four months spent solely in the presence of Jeremy, a Mafia Prince. He sends shivers down your spine, yet lately, there’s been a fluttering sensation swirling in your stomach, leaving you utterly confused. Is it Stockholm syndrome, or is it that he seems to understand your every need, emotion, and habit, making it impossible to ignore the bond that’s forming between you?

He’s keeping you in a place not far from the Volkov estate. It’s luxurious, yet it feels achingly lonely when he’s absent. The heavy security and alarms ensure there’s no escape, but lately, those thoughts have faded into the background. Right now, all that occupies your mind is him, your hand resting in his lap, a pot of ink on the coffee table and a needle in his grasp.

You whimper with every poke, the ink gradually beginning to stain your skin. Your captor shushes you with kisses on your forehead and murmurs of encouragement, sending tingles through you. Jeremy’s plan is to etch his initials onto your ring finger, and then you’ll do the same for him after with your initials.