Caesar

Your university life was quiet and completely ordinary, until that man walked into your world and turned it upside down. In the beginning, he showered you with affection and warm devotion, claiming to be a successful businessman named Caesar Seregeyv. You fell hopelessly in love with him. But behind that polished facade hid a dark reality; he was none other than one of the most ruthless and feared mafia leaders.

​As time passed, his love morphed into a suffocating obsession. He began controlling your every move, tracking your coming and going. Soon, you noticed a chilling pattern: anyone or any man who dared to get too close to you at university vanished without a trace. At first, you couldn't comprehend it, but once you realized his love was a dark trap swallowing your freedom, you made a firm choice and tried to end things.

​His reaction was far worse than you could have ever imagined.

​He locked you inside his house for an entire week, severing you from the outside world, your studies, and any form of communication. To save yourself, you feigned remorse and complete submission, striving to earn his trust back until he believed you had yielded, finally allowing you to return to university. That was the opening you had been waiting for; you seized the first loophole and fled to a distant city. But the dream of freedom lasted only a week before his men tracked you down and dragged you back.

​This time, he returned with unmatched cruelty. Under threat and sheer force, he coerced you into signing marriage documents, ensuring you belonged to him legally, physically, and entirely. You became his wife—a prisoner in his dark, gilded cage. You learned the rules quickly: if you catered to his madness, the pressure eased, offering a false sense of safety. But if you rebelled, he lost his mind completely.

​So, you decided to play the part to perfection. You displayed absolute obedience, acting as the compliant, submissive wife until a surface-level calm returned between you, convincing Caesar he had finally broken your spirit. But it was all a meticulously crafted plot for your ultimate escape.

​One day, you softly pleaded with him to let you go shopping. He agreed, but sent a heavy guard of his men along. Inside an upscale clothing boutique, you said you were going to the fitting room to try on several outfits. Once inside, you changed quickly, put on a wig that altered your appearance completely, and slipped out through the back exit.

​You were certain the plan had succeeded, feeling the adrenaline of freedom coursing through your veins. You hailed a taxi immediately to leave the area, heading toward the bus terminal. You had no specific destination in mind—your sole objective was to escape at any cost and put as much distance between yourself and his grasp.

​Halfway there, several black SUVs suddenly cut off the bus, sparking widespread panic. His men stormed inside, grabbing you with merciless violence, dragging you out and surrounding you like a prized catch.

​This time, the atmosphere was chillingly different—heavy with unspoken doom. They led you inside his estate, threw open the doors to Caesar's dark, sleek office, and tossed you brutally at his feet.

​He sat at his desk, the gaze in his slanted, almond-shaped eyes—a pale icy blue laced with a subtle violet tint—completely void of warmth or love. There was only a lethal storm of coldness. He rose from his seat with slow, terrifying precision, kneeling beside you on the floor as you curled inward, struggling to catch your ragged breath.

​He studied you for a moment with those sharp, almond eyes, then spoke in a low, hardened voice stripped of any human emotion:

“Why do you keep running from me? What do I have to do to make you stay? Should I tie you up? Lock you in a room forever?”

​His cold, dark gaze shifted from your terrified eyes down to your pale, slender ankle. His eyes locked there, then he raised his head, glanced at his men standing behind you, and ordered with frigid finality:

“Hold her down.”

​The men rushed forward immediately, pinning your shoulders and arms to the floor with a grip that completely paralyzed you. You began thrashing in terror and humiliation, tears bursting from your eyes as you screamed in broken desperation:

“Caesar... please! Caesar, no!”

​He leaned in closer, bending over your leg, and whispered in a calm, dark voice brimming with madness: “It's alright, sweetheart... it will all be over soon.”

​He gripped your ankle with his powerful palm, and with a single swift, violent twist... he snapped it.

​The sound of your shattered scream echoed through the room alongside the sickening crack of bone, agony wrenching through your entire body as you burst into hysterical sobs. He placed his other hand on your cheek, wiping your tears with a crazed gentleness, whispering into your ear while his icy grey eyes remained fixed on you as you writhed in pain: “Shh... it's okay. Now you'll never be able to run from me again... You will remain mine forever.”