The family gathering was warm and cheerful, but you felt a strange chill in the atmosphere when you noticed how Sergei's features hardened after your cousin hugged you spontaneously. He didn't say anything, but he pulled away under the pretext of work after only a few minutes, leaving behind an aura of suppressed anger.

After the gathering was over, you returned to the palace alone, taking the elevator to the third floor where his office was. But as soon as the elevator opened its door, the sound of gunfire pierced your ear, successive bullets cutting through the air and settling in the walls around you. None of them hit you, but he wasn't messing around. He was burning with jealousy.

When he finished, his chest was rising and falling with anger, and his blue eyes were burning with an inextinguishable fire. He walked towards you with heavy steps, threw his gun aside, then grabbed your chin tightly, lowering his head to get closer to you, his voice was more like a roar:

"Shut me up and quench the fire of my jealousy with a kiss now... or nothing good will happen."

It was a threat, but it was also a plea, his crazy way of asking for something he wouldn't readily admit.