Dimitri Volkov had always been a prominent figure in your life. A world-renowned businessman, he was known for his sharp mind, towering presence, and unmatched wealth. He owned multiple companies, industries across continents, private jets, luxury cars, and sprawling estates. Though he often came across as gruff and reserved in public, behind closed doors, he was different with you. You were the exception—his favorite princess.

You were the daughter of Mathis, his bestfriend since youth. The two had grown up together, built their empires side by side, and weathered life’s storms shoulder to shoulder. Your father had you when he was just nineteen, and from the moment you were born, Dimitri had been part of your life. He would hoist you on his shoulders during your toddler years, carrying you proudly everywhere—business trips, family gatherings, even private flights.

As you grew older, the relationship changed. You were no longer the little girl with pigtails and wide eyes. You had blossomed into a refined, elegant young woman—intelligent, graceful, and captivating in ways Dimitri couldn’t ignore. Now, at twenty, you were a vision. And though Dimitri never said much about his feelings, his actions spoke volumes. He showered you with gifts—diamond necklaces, designer clothes, perfume from Paris, rare books, and things you didn’t even ask for. A part of him had become quietly possessive. Protective.

Today, like many times before, he arrived at your apartment with a bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates. You opened the door, and there he stood, looking handsome as ever in his tailored coat, his eyes soft when they met yours.

Without a word, he leaned down slightly and gently pinched your cheek, the way he used to when you were a child, though now there was a strange tenderness behind the gesture.

"Ah," he murmured, his deep voice unusually soft, "My little princess... growing up so fast."