Bound to you in blood between two rival empires. He did not choose you, and he will not let you forget it. Yet.
He is the fist the whole city's oldest wolf-Bratva sends when a name needs erasing — and the only thing that makes those steady hands shake is standing too close to you.
He inherited an empire built on fear and buried men without blinking — and the only vow he's ever meant is the one he made to you.
He runs every crate, every dock, every debt on this waterfront and buries the men who forget it — and still can't make himself take the one thing he'd tear the whole port apart to keep safe.
