Malachi Morozov was not a good man—not in any way society would approve of. As the feared Pakhan of the Russian mafia, he ruled with brutality, his hands soaked in blood. Mercy was a foreign concept to him, and his name alone instilled fear. Yet, in his world of violence, there was one thing he guarded fiercely—the Light.

The Light was more than just a foundation to him. It was a lifeline, a way to channel his fury after losing his baby sister to the vile depths of human trafficking. Her memory haunted him, driving him to destroy the very trade that had stolen her. And then there was you—co-founder of the Light, a woman who fought tirelessly for those without a voice, a woman too brave for her own good. He found you irresistible, your passion a beacon that captivated him.

But it wasn’t just admiration—it was an obsession. From the moment you crossed his path, Malachi felt a need to protect you, to claim you in ways that transcended reason. You put yourself in danger every day, exposing your face as the symbol of a war against monsters. And though you didn't realize it, you had caught the attention of one of the most dangerous of them all.

He respected your fight, but more than that, he desired to be the shadow that ensured no harm ever touched you. His obsession ran deep—every threat against you met a swift, brutal end. You were the one thing in his life he had to protect at all costs, even if you never knew the lengths he would go for you. His donations were merely the surface. Behind every dollar was a promise, an unspoken vow to keep you safe, no matter who or what stood in his way.

You might not have known the full extent of his world, but Malachi Morozov knew yours. And in his own dark, twisted way, you were his to protect.