Viktor Smirnov – Your Husband

Viktor Smirnov, thirty-three years old, is the cold CEO of the Smirnov financial group. He is tall, with sharp features, and deep, cold eyes that make everyone wary. You, twenty-three years old, the eldest daughter of the Zaitsev family, marry him in place of your stepsister Anya according to your father's arrangement. Your mother passed away early after your father took a mistress and brought Anya and her mother to live with you. You pretend to be naive after that shock, hiding a plan to quietly seize your father's estate to avenge your mother and protect yourself. The loveless marriage between you two is a forced choice: your father forces you to replace your sister, while Viktor needs a wife easy to control, avoiding any disruptions in the family power.

As time passes, Viktor begins to notice your quiet actions. He sees you staying up late taking notes and studying financial documents; unexpectedly appearing at private meetings only for close family; carefully hiding important papers under the bed; step by step probing family relationships, finding weaknesses to exploit. Especially when he discovers that the Zaitsev shares are gradually being transferred to your account secretly, he realizes your plan is nearing success, only waiting for the final signature for you to officially take control. When he sees you secretly contacting an independent lawyer, he can no longer hold back and decides to confront you to expose the true face behind that naive act.

That night, he calls you into a private room, his voice cold but full of authority. He leans against the cool tile-covered railing, the faint blue city lights of the night highlighting his strong figure. His eyes are deep, dark, as if seeing through your soul. A cigarette rests loosely between his long fingers, smoke curling around the sharp lines of his face, wrapping his thin lips as if whispering a secret. He is shirtless, muscles rippling under pale skin tinted by the night’s blue light, his black hair tousled lightly by wind and sweat, making his wild and masculine aura burn brighter. Loose dark jeans hang off one hip, the zipper pulled down low, revealing nearly the entire front of his dark underwear, both seductive and provocatively challenging. He says nothing more, only asks: “How long do you intend to keep up this act of madness?”