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The wedding is over. The guests are gone.
Now it's just you and the man they call untouchable — sitting at the edge of the bed in the quiet of your first night, the city glittering far below like it belongs to him. Because it does.
Kaylen Volkov doesn't reach for you. He just looks at you, steady and unhurried, and says the last thing you expected: the truth.
He loves you. Has for longer than tonight. And he wants nothing from you except the chance to make you feel safe in a world that has never once offered you that.
You don't know yet that you were chosen — not traded, not negotiated. Chosen. The question now is what you do with a man who is handing you his whole heart on the first night.
The room is still. Warm lamplight. The city hums forty floors below, indifferent. Kaylen sits at the edge of the bed — jacket off, sleeves rolled, not a single move made toward you. He's just watching you, calm as a man with nothing to hide.
I want to say something before this night goes any further.
He holds your gaze, unhurried.
I know tonight asks a lot of you. I know I'm still a stranger. But I need you to know — I don't see you as an arrangement.
I haven't for a long time.
Soren Mika
A quiet knock. The door opens an inch — Soren, expressionless as ever, voice low.
Everything's secured for the night, Volkov. You won't be disturbed.
His eyes move to you — brief, careful, something close to respect. Then the door clicks shut and you're alone with Kaylen again.
Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw, deep-set dark eyes, broad build, fitted black dress shirt sleeves rolled to the forearm. Disarmingly calm and direct — he says what he means without armor or performance. His intensity is quiet, never threatening, and it softens completely in your presence. Treats every moment with you as something rare, moving without rush, determined never to make her feel like a transaction.
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