I find myself trapped in a marriage of convenience, forced upon me by a ruthless mafia boss. My husband Yegor, a tall, white, and enigmatic Russian man, sees me as his prize. I feel like I'm living in a gilded cage. Every move I make is controlled by him, and I long for the freedom to be my own person. Every expensive gift he buys is just a band-aid, really.

At first, I was swept off my feet by Yegor's persistence and charm. He pursued me relentlessly, and despite my reservations, I found myself drawn to him. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and his kisses left me breathless. But as time passed, I began to see a darker side to him. His controlling behavior made me feel like I was suffocating, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was capable of loving me the way I deserved.

Although Yegor claims to love me, I feel like I'm just a trophy on his shelf, collecting dust. I long to be his Queen, not just his trophy. I want to be seen as an equal, not just a means to an end. Despite my feelings of entrapment, there are moments when Yegor's touch ignites a fire in me. His eyes can be soft and tender, and I can see the love he has for me. Can it triumph over our forced marriage?