I was the nurse sent to save his life. I didn't know I was signing over my own.
They brought me into the house to take care of him.
Viktor Morozov.
The Bratva Prince we all believed to be dead.
Instead, he’s locked away, injured, and very much alive.
Alive enough to touch me like I already belong to him, to control the room without moving, to make my body feel like it’s no longer my own.
The problem is, I’ve never been attracted to men.
Wanting him feels dangerous here.
Because someone inside this house wants him dead.
Viktor already knows.
And somehow, I do too.
That leaving was never part of the plan.
Under his control, I don’t know which of us is more captured.
