I had everything until I had nothing…
Before his brother’s murder, Yev was playful, confident, way too young for me, and domineering enough to utter three words no man was game to ruminate much less speak.
Crawl to me.
Loving him was reckless. It scared the shit out of me, so you can imagine how hard the task became when an addiction was the only thing capable of swallowing his grief.
He’s a shell of a man he was once was, but not all his devious tendencies center around his brother’s murder.
Most are because of me.
I’m the reason he returned to Russia, his sole purpose to continue breathing. Except I’m betrothed to another, and unless I want everyone of importance in my life to slip through my fingers as they has Yev’s, it must stay that way.
This isn’t a fairytale. There is no guaranteed happily ever after, but I’d be a liar if I said one look into Yev’s pained eyes didn’t have me wanting to wage a war.
I’m certain he’d protect me as well as I’d protect him even with him being the one I need protecting from the most.