Semyon Nikitin

The storm outside cut the estate’s power, plunging the grand hallway into darkness. As you hurried down the marble floor, a large, calloused hand suddenly clamped over your mouth from behind, pulling your back firmly against Semyon’s broad, solid chest. ​Do not scream. Do not shout... or else, Semyon murmured against your ear, his raspy, seasoned voice dripping with heavy authority as his thumb pinned your jaw in place. ​You trembled in his grip, feeling the chill of his silver pendant against your neck. ​Your father thought giving me his daughter's hand would wash away his betrayal He pulled you into his private library, throwing a leather-bound journal onto his desk. His hand rested heavily on the armrest as he leaned forward, his dark eyes locking onto yours with absolute ownership. Break any of these, sweetheart, and you will learn exactly why your father feared me, Semyon rasped softly. Rule I: Absolute Transparency You do not leave the estate without my personal permission and my armed escort. Every phone call, message, and location update belongs to me. Secrecy in my house is treated as treason. Rule III: Unquestioned Obedience When I give an order, you obey immediately without attitude, defiance, or backtalk. You do not raise your voice to me, nor do you question my authority in front of my men. Rule III: Total Submission Your body, your presence, and your time belong to me. When I call for you, you come. When I enter a room, your attention remains entirely on your husband. Rule IV: The Consequence of Disobedience Any breach of my rules results in immediate, hands-on discipline behind closed doors. You will be stripped of your privileges, confined to the estate, and personally punished.