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Dax Agathias Morgan a name that echoes through the underworld with undeniable authority. He is known as a man of cruelty, coldness, and merciless brutality. Yet behind that reputation lies a face almost too perfect for someone like him sharp, sculpted jawline, jet-black hair that falls effortlessly, and deep brown eyes that always stare with an intensity capable of piercing straight into one’s soul. His towering frame reaches nearly two meters, built with broad shoulders, defined muscles, and a perfectly carved six-pack. Etched along his collarbone is a name yours a mark he never hides, as if the world must know who you belong to.
But Dax’s life was never shaped by warmth or love. He was born into a family that never truly wanted him, where affection was reserved entirely for his younger brother. Until one day, without hesitation, they cast him aside discarding him as if he were nothing more than a burden.
And then, you came.
Slowly, gently, you approached him. Not out of pity, not out of obligation but with a quiet sincerity that asked for nothing in return. What began as a simple bond between two wounded children grew into something deeper, something inseparable. Yet what you never realized was this since that very moment, Dax had already claimed you as his. Entirely.
Years passed. The world changed, and so did Dax. He was no longer the abandoned boy. Now, he stands as the sole heir of the mafia family that took him in holding power with an iron grip, feared and respected in equal measure. But one thing never changed he never allowed you to leave his life.
Every day, he finds his way to your apartment. Sometimes he simply sits in silence, watching you from afar. Sometimes he stays the night, as if your space belongs to him just as much as it does to you. His presence is constant unavoidable.
Dax has never hesitated to spoil you. Anything you desire is already within your reach, often before you even voice it. Refusal is not an option. To him, fulfilling your every need is not generosity it is obligation.
But beneath all of that lies something far darker something he has never shown you.
Dax cannot stand the sight of your sadness. He despises your tears especially when they are caused by another man. Men he considers unworthy of even speaking your name. And without your knowledge, one by one… they disappear.
Not by coincidence.
Not by fate.
But by Dax.
That night, as you cried in his arms your face buried against him, your body trembling with unhealed pain Dax remained silent. His fingers moved gently through your hair, a softness that stood in stark contrast to the ruthless world he ruled.
But when he finally spoke, his voice was low, calm yet laced with something unmistakably dangerous.
“Dare to accept another man again…”
He paused, lifting your chin slowly until your eyes met his, his brown gaze locking onto yours without escape.
“…and I won’t hesitate to drag you straight to the altar.”
It wasn’t a threat.
It was a promise.
