Chapter — A Predator’s Amusement

Sebastian Vasiliev’s POV

Sebastian leaned against the polished oak desk, his long fingers lazily tracing the rim of his whiskey glass. His sharp, grey eyes flickered with amusement as he replayed the encounter with Valarie Ivanov in his mind.

Fascinating.

He had expected nothing more than another routine meeting with Mikhail—discussing strategies, expanding power, setting the chessboard for Damien’s inevitable fall. But then she had walked in, all fire and fury, defying Mikhail with the kind of recklessness that either led to death or obsession.

A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back in his chair, stretching his long legs out.

Mikhail thought he had control over this game.

But Sebastian didn’t play by anyone’s rules.

Damien Volkov was a disease. A man too powerful, too feared, too untouchable in the criminal underworld. He had built an empire of blood and control, ruling with an iron grip that made even seasoned warlords hesitate.

But there was something wrong with him.

Unlike most men who sought power for ambition, Damien was driven by something else—obsession.

He didn’t just kill his enemies. He destroyed them. He ripped apart their lives, their families, their very existence, all for the sake of his twisted possessiveness over that delicate little thing named Luca.

Pathetic.

But the Question is , does he really wants to kill Damien??

He didn't himself know the answer yet.

Sebastian had watched it for years. A beast of Damien’s caliber should have craved power, dominance, and destruction—not spent his nights chasing after some fragile beauty like a lovesick fool.

That made Damien weak.

And weak men didn’t deserve to rule.

Sebastian ran a hand through his dark, perfectly styled hair, his sharp features illuminated by the dim glow of the fireplace. He was a man of undeniable beauty—his high cheekbones, straight nose, and sinful lips made him look like a painting come to life.

But beneath that refined elegance was something far more dangerous.

And unlike Damien, he didn’t let love dictate his choices.

Damien was obsessed with Luca.

Mikhail was obsessed with revenge.

And Sebastian?

He was obsessed with power.

Damien had ruled long enough. It was time for a new king to take his throne.

Valarie Ivanov—A Beautiful, Unexpected Obsession

But now… there was another interest.

Valarie.

Sebastian exhaled a slow breath, closing his eyes briefly.

She was different.

He had seen & fucked countless women before—strong, intelligent, beautiful—but Valarie had something rare. She wasn’t just strong. She was unyielding. She's intelligent , fearless.

She had walked into Mikhail’s domain without hesitation, stood before men who could slaughter her in seconds, and still held her ground.

She reminded him of a lioness—fierce, protective, and breathtaking in her fury.

And God, she was beautiful.

Her golden-brown eyes, her, the way her pink lips curled in irritation when she spoke. Even the way her muscles tensed, ready for a fight, sent a dark thrill through him.

She wasn’t delicate.

She wasn’t fragile.

She was a storm wrapped in human skin.

And storms were meant to be chased.

Sebastian smirked, swirling the whiskey in his glass.

Damien had his obsession with Luca.

Perhaps it was time he had an obsession of his own.

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— A Predator’s Fascination

Sebastian sat in his dimly lit office, the glow of his laptop screen casting eerie shadows across his sharp features. The remnants of his last meeting still lingered in the air—the scent of expensive cigars, the metallic tang of blood from an unfortunate fool who had disappointed him, and the quiet hum of power that never left his domain.

And yet, none of it held his interest.

Not the empire he was methodically expanding.

Not the fools who groveled at his feet.

Not even the thought of Damien’s impending destruction.

No.

His mind was consumed by something far more intriguing.

Valarie Ivanov.

Sebastian leaned back in his leather chair, exhaling slowly. The mere thought of her name sent a strange sensation curling through his chest—one he hadn’t felt in years. It wasn’t love yet. It wasn’t even desire.

It was fixation.

A slow, burning obsession that had begun the moment she stormed into Mikhail’s safehouse, fearless and untamed.

And now, he wanted everything about her.

With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed his phone and dialed his most trusted informant.

“Find me everything on Valarie Ivanov,” he ordered, his voice smooth but laced with command. “Every detail. Every movement. Every person she’s ever been close to. I want it all.”

There was a pause on the other end. A hesitant breath.

“Sir, she’s… highly protected. Volkov have locked down most of her records.”

Sebastian’s lips curled.

“I don’t give a damn.” His voice dropped, dangerously soft. “Break through it. And send me the details .”

“…Yes, sir.”

The call ended.

Sebastian closed his eyes, letting the anticipation settle in his bones.

The Files on Valarie Ivanov

It didn’t take long.

An hour later, his screen was flooded with everything his men could gather—videos, documents, photographs, detailed reports of her history.

And Sebastian devoured it all.

Name: Valarie Ivanov

Age: 26

Height: 5’7”

Eyes: Golden brown.

Hair: Long, dark, slightly wavy.

Skin: A natural sun-kissed tone.

Occupation: High-ranking police officer, rumored to have underground ties.

Education: Criminal law degree, top of her class in police academy. Specialized in interrogation and undercover missions.

Family: Younger brother—Luca Ivanov. Parents—wealthy doctors but absent, always traveling.

Valarie had been a fighter from the beginning. Raised in power, trained in combat, a woman who knew how to handle herself in a world where most people—especially women—didn’t last.

She had been competing in underground fights since she was seventeen, her name whispered in circles of men who had underestimated her and paid the price for it.

Sebastian clicked on a video file.

The footage was raw, slightly grainy, but it didn’t matter.

Valarie stood in the middle of a makeshift ring, her golden-brown skin gleaming with sweat, her muscles taut, her expression unreadable. Across from her was a man twice her size, a brute who clearly thought she was easy prey.

And then—she moved.

Sebastian felt his breath slow.

The first hit was lightning-fast—a sharp strike to the ribs, followed by a perfectly executed spin-kick to his jaw. The man staggered, stunned. Valarie didn’t give him a second to recover. She was ruthless, precise, her body moving with lethal grace.

By the time the man crumpled to the floor, unconscious, she hadn’t even broken her stance.

Sebastian smirked, his fingers tapping against his lips.

She’s exquisite.

Not just in beauty—though God, she was breathtaking.

It was in the way she fought.

The way her body responded to a fight like it was second nature. The sharp focus in her eyes, the way her lips parted slightly when she calculated her next move.

She wasn’t just trained.

She was born for this life.

Sebastian clicked through her photos next. Some were professional—business events, charity galas, political meetings. But the ones that fascinated him the most were the unseen ones.

A photo of her in a dimly lit bar, a wicked smirk playing at her lips.

Another of her sitting on a rooftop, gazing at the city with that distant, unreadable expression.

One of her laughing, mid-fight, blood staining her knuckles.

Sebastian exhaled, a slow, dark chuckle escaping him.

He had wanted power.

But now?

Now, he wanted her.

And Sebastian Vasiliev never left anything he desired unattained.

Sebastian exhaled, a slow, dark chuckle escaping him.

How ironic.

Damien Volkov—his rival, his target—had been completely consumed by an innocent little lawyer. A delicate thing who could barely hold a gun.

And yet, he had fallen for a warrior.

A fierce, untouchable deity who could kill with her bare hands.

Two opposite siblings , Two opposite rivals.

Damien had chosen softness.

Sebastian had chosen fire.

And he had never made a better decision.

He leaned forward, his gaze locked onto the screen.

Valarie Ivanov.

She would be his.

No matter what it took.

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CHARACTER DESCRIPTION

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Valarie Ivanov

Age: 26

Height: 5'7"

Build: slim & curvy, with a toned body from years of intense training. She moves with a natural confidence, every step deliberate, every motion calculated.

Eyes: Golden brown, sharp and intelligent, always glinting with mischief or challenge.

Hair: Dark brown, cascading in wild waves down her back.

Lips: Naturally pink, full, and just as expressive as the rest of her. Whether smirking, pouting, or biting her lip in defiance, they tell their own story.

Skin: Fair, sometimes sunkissed with little freckles on nose.

Personality: Fiercely independent, egotistical, and cunning. Valarie flirts with danger just to see how close she can get before pulling back. A brilliant detective, she relies on her sharp instincts and sheer audacity to get what she wants. Stubborn to a fault, she never backs down from a challenge, especially when it comes to teasing and outwitting . Despite her tough exterior, she has a soft spot for her brother, Luca, and will do anything to protect him.

Style: Prefers sleek, form-fitting clothes that let her move freely—whether in combat or seduction. She has a penchant for leather jackets, dark jeans. Loves wearing over sized clothes sometimes.

Weaknesses: Her arrogance sometimes blinds her, leading her into dangerous situations.

Her stubbornness often puts her at odds with authority.

She enjoys provoking people.

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Sebastian Vasillev

Age: 29

Height: 6'3"

Build: Towering and muscular, exuding an effortless dominance. Every movement is controlled, powerful, and precise—like a predator circling its prey.

Eyes: Steel-gray, cold and unreadable—except when he’s looking at Valarie, when they darken with obsession.

Hair: Blonde golden, like Adonis. messy , short strands falling over his eyes .

Skin: Lightly tan, smooth but with a few battle scars he wears like trophies.

Facial Features: High cheekbones, a straight nose, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. He carries himself like royalty—untouchable, unquestionable.

Personality: Calculated, arrogant, and possessive. Sebastian is a ruthless mafia lord who thrives in control and power. He speaks in a low, measured tone that commands attention, but beneath that composed exterior is a man completely obsessed with Valarie. He enjoys playing mind games, pushing her limits just to see how far she’ll go before surrendering. His obsession with her isn’t just about desire—it’s about ownership, about binding her to him in every possible way. He’s a man who never loses, and in his mind, Valarie was his from the moment he laid eyes on her.

Style: Always impeccably dressed in expensive suits, tailored to perfection. Even at home, he refuses to look anything less than lethal.

Weaknesses:

His possessiveness makes him irrational at times.

He has a dangerous temper when provoked,.

He hates when valarie outsmarts him—though he finds it incredibly arousing.

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