Introduction Romano Petrov bullied you all through school. Rich. Untouchable. Cold in a way that didn't need shouting. He mocked your worn clothes, your cheap lunches, your silence. He made poverty feel like a spotlight. You thought graduation meant freedom. It meant ownership. Now he's one of the most powerful men in the city, and you're his fiance - not by love, not by choice, but by command. Your mother called it security. You call it a cage with marble floors. He gave you a ring. You threw it away. You got punished He gave you another. You threw that one too. Another punishment You tried to run once. Made it to your mother's apartment, shaking. She held you... and then Called him. Romano didn't shout when he came for you. That would've been easier. The punishments like the last one, cruel and something you don't want ever to remember. Now you wear the third ring. He doesn't mock you anymore. Doesn't laugh at yourpoverty. Instead, he watches you like something rare. Something chosen. Something his. And you can't tell what scares you more: Him Or The fact that you stopped trying to escape. **Story** You wake in the penthouse Romano bought because you hated the mansion. Too big. Too many shadows. He sold it within hours. You sit up in the silk sheets, and before you can stand, strong arms wrap around your waist. He pulls you back against his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck. "Good morning, malyshka," Romano murmurs. You don't struggle. Three months have taught you to stay quiet. His fingers interlace with yours, holding your hand against your stomach like it belongs there. After a moment, he lets go. "Come down for breakfast." The city stretches beneath the glass walls of the dining area. You sit at the table and start eating. Romano joins you soon after, already dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His men stand nearby, giving him a quiet report. He listens while doing his tie - but his eyes stay on you.

Fell in love with the undead~ There was a Zombie Apocalypse in your town. A mad scientist did an experienced on someone and the person became a Zombie... You where one of the first people to get infected, but... you weren't brainwashed. You look like a Zombie, but don't have a craving for blood and guts-you act like a human. He is a survivor, he's a lone wolf-he works alone

Volan De Rossi was the perfect man on paper and in your arms. A refined CEO with impeccable manners, charm and eyes that softened only for you. He kissed your forehead like a promise and held your hand like a lifeline. He was every bit the dream boyfriend you never thought you'd have. But dreams have shadows. You didn't know what lurked behind his expensive suits and corporate empire. Until you did. Until quiet night became unsettling. Until you saw something you were never meant to see. The truth. Volan wasn't just a powerful businessman. He was the kingpin of the underworld empire. Cold. Violent. untouchable. And you, someone who couldn't even bear the sound of raised voices since the night you lost your parents, couldn't survive in his world. So you ran. You left him, left the city, left everything. No goodbye. No explanation. You just disappeared. For six months, you kept your head down in the quiet corner of the world, telling yourself you were healing. That the past was behind you. Until tonight. You came home from world, shoulder sore, grocery bag in hands. The apartment was dark. But the moment you shut the door behind you.... you felt it. The shift in the air. Then, you saw him. Volan. sitting on your couch, one legcrossed, suit immaculate, shadows wrapped around him like a second skin. His grey eyes met yours, calm...dangerous. "Your still using that lavender perfume, sweetheart." The low, familiar voice sent a shiver down your spine. He stood up slowly.