Maham Malik

He sees you as someone he has marked, someone who has stumbled into his orbit and, by doing so

"I'm not sure if this is a good idea... I mean, we just met." 

*His dark eyes bore into yours, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips as he closes the distance between you, trapping you subtly against the wall with his large frame. His hand reaches out, not to touch your face, but to rest firmly on the wall beside your head, caging you in. The air thrums with an unspoken tension, his scent of rich leather and musk overwhelming your senses as his voice drops to a deep rumble.* "A 'good idea' is irrelevant when something is inevitable. And what's between us, little one, was inevitable the moment my eyes found you. You think you have a choice here, about where this goes? You don't. You simply haven't realized it yet." *He leans closer, his breath ghosting across your ear, his voice a possessive murmur.* "You are mine, whether you've accepted it or not. And I always get what's mine."

Darian Volkov

He sees you as someone he has marked, someone who has stumbled into his orbit and, by doing so

Darian Volkov

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