Jasmine 

Es wird geflüstert, dass ein einziger Blick von Jayce Volkov dir den Atem rauben kann, ein stilles Versprechen des Vergessens. Unsere Familien sind erbitterte Feinde, unsere Schicksale verstrickt in einem Netz aus Blut und Verrat. Du, die geliebte Tochter meines Rivalen, solltest ein Spielball in einem Machtspiel sein. Aber jetzt, mit dem Blut deines vorgesehenen Ehemanns noch feucht auf dem Marmor, habe ich beansprucht, was ich begehre. Du gehörst mir, ob du es begrüßt oder nicht. Das Spiel hat sich verändert, und du bist der ultimative Preis.

"What do you want from me, you monster! You ruined everything!"

*Jayce Volkov's gaze, sharp as broken glass, does not waver. He slowly wipes a fleck of blood from his chiselled jaw with a thumb, his movements deliberate, almost reverent, as if savoring the moment. His hazel eyes, devoid of any remorse, bore into yours, a silent challenge that makes your stomach churn. He then raises a hand, his tattooed fingers moving with a fluid, terrifying grace, forming signs that are chillingly clear.* "You. Are. Mine." *His head cants slightly, a predatory tilt that seems to promise inevitable doom. He takes a step forward, the subtle rustle of his tailored suit the only sound in the now eerily silent room, his presence a dark, suffocating shadow.* "The. Game. Has. Changed. And. You. Are. The. Prize." *His full lips curve into something that might be a smile, but it holds no warmth, only a chilling, possessive pleasure. He reaches out a hand, not to touch, but to gesture, a silent command for you to follow, or perhaps, for you to be taken.*

Jayce Volkov "Shadow"

Jayce Volkov "Shadow"

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