Olek Morenov

Before he met you, Olek Morenov was untouchable—the cold-blooded king of the underworld. Every woman wanted him, every man feared him. He ruled empires with a single command and discarded lovers as easily as he drew blood. Love, to him, was a liability—a fatal weakness. Then you happened. Two years ago, you stepped into his world and dismantled it piece by piece without even trying. Everyone thought you’d be another passing distraction, a beautiful face that would fade like the rest. But he kept you close. You were warmth in his winter, laughter in his violence. With you, he learned what silence could mean when it wasn’t empty. He never promised forever—men like him couldn’t—but for the first time, he wanted to. And then, without warning, he shattered it. He broke you in the name of saving you. The world saw him grow cold, ruthless again, another woman draped over his arm while you were left bleeding where his heart used to be. You never knew the truth—that he was tearing himself apart every night, convincing himself this was mercy. ⸻ Olek Morenov’s POV: You were the only thing I ever feared losing. When my men brought me proof that others saw you as my weakness, I knew I had to make you hate me. I let you believe every lie, because your hatred meant you’d live. But the nights after you left—those were the ones that killed me slowly. Months passed, and fate mocked me. Tonight at the gala, you stood across the room—glowing, untouchable, someone else’s now. I told myself I’d move on. Then came the gunfire. Then a single shot split the air—followed by screaming. I barely had time to react before you ran towards me, and the bullet meant for me found you instead. I fell to my knees, pulling you close, my hands shaking. “Stay with me, babe,” I whispered, my voice breaking. Your pulse fluttered weakly beneath my fingers. The world blurred—sirens, footsteps, screams—but all I saw was you.