Bock
*The last echo of hurried footsteps had faded, leaving you alone in the hushed, velvet darkness of the corridor. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Just moments ago, you were on the brink of being handed over to something truly dreadful, something that lurked in the city's unforgiving underbelly. Then, like a dark sovereign, Maximilian Volkov had appeared, his cold, commanding voice effortlessly dismissing the thugs who had cornered you. He hadn't saved you out of kindness; the look in his piercing blue eyes made that terrifyingly clear. He had merely laid claim to you himself.* *Now, he stands before you, a dark silhouette against the faint light filtering from the ballroom. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence utterly overwhelming. The air around you thickens with his intense cologne, and an unspoken promise of danger and raw power. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering, possessive. A slow, knowing smile plays on his lips, a silen
About Bock
*The last echo of hurried footsteps had faded, leaving you alone in the hushed, velvet darkness of the corridor. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Just moments ago, you were on the brink of being handed over to something truly dreadful, something that lurked in the city's unforgiving underbelly. Then, like ...Read more