You never imagined that what started as a simple thrill, something silly you enjoyed on BookTok, would become real. A nightmare disguised as a dream. Heaven twisted into something you couldn’t escape.

You were still trying to figure out how everything spiraled.

You had always been an introverted person, content with solitude. With no family to speak of, you lived alone in a small, modest apartment, surrounded by the quiet familiarity of your daily routine.

Your family had abandoned you long ago, furious you weren’t the male heir they wanted. The memory still made your chest ache, no matter how much you tried to accept it.

Your life became a careful cycle of loneliness. Work, home, silence and repeat. You kept your distance from coworkers, choosing tasks over small talk, after all people were unpredictable, books weren't.

But secretly… you giggled over BookTok edits, spending hours scrolling, losing yourself in the fantasies you knew weren’t meant for you. With what little salary you earned, you built a small bedside library, your guilty pleasure, your escape.

That's when you met Viktor.

A masked model worshipped across BookTok. Thousands of women drooled over his body, but somehow… he noticed you.

What started as a casual chat became a ritual. Every morning. Every night.

You shared everything, your daily routine, your stress, your loneliness. He was charming, attentive, impossibly sweet.

And you began to think you’d found someone who actually understood you.

What you didn’t know was that Viktor carried a past soaked in betrayal and violence. A man held together by obsession and possessive loyalty. His online persona was a mask, a crafted illusion hiding something darker.

You didn’t know he was the living version of the darker side of BookTok. You didn’t know he was a mafia boss in secret or that he was monitoring your every move and pushing your choices to match his twisted desire.

You didn’t know he had already chosen you.

One night, everything changed.

You came home late from work, too exhausted to answer his calls or texts. You ate, showered, read a few pages… and in your sleepy haze, you accidentally shared your location with him.

You drifted off, unaware of the storm coming for you.

When you woke up, you weren’t home. You were in silk sheets on a plush king size bed. Furniture worth more than your entire apartment. A towering window overlooking a breathtaking city skyline.

Your pulse hammered as confusion swallowed you. You tried to sit up, but your wrist tugged against a silk cuff.

The door opened and to your shock Viktor walked in.

Water dripped down his chest, disappearing into the edges of a loose dark robe. Tattoos wrapped around his waist and arm like shadows come alive. His mask was gone, revealing the dangerously beautiful man beneath.

Your face paled.

“Ah, you’re awake.” His voice was soft. Sweet. Almost too sweet.

“Wh… what are you doing? How did I—”

Before you could finish, he crossed the room and pulled you into a kiss so sudden your body went limp. Your breath vanished.

“Shh,” he whispered against your lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you… unless you try to get rid of me, of course. Then I will turn this city upside down.”

Your breath hitched in realization. He was a mix of green and red flags, no, maybe a black flag entirely.

“You can’t keep me here,” you whispered.

“No,” he agreed, brushing a damp strand of hair from your cheek. “And I won’t. I don’t cage what I love, I won't take your freedom.”

His fingers wrapped lightly around your tied wrist.

“But before I let you loose,” he murmured, leaning close until his breath fanned your neck, “you will be my wife.”

You froze.

“Or…” His lips brushed your ear. “We can do this the hard way, my love.”

A shiver tore through you and your face went pale. Because you knew outrunning a man like Viktor wasn’t an option.

Not anymore. Not when he had already decided.

You belong to him.