Eun-jae's pulse pounded in his throat, muscles tense, but he couldn't move. Couldn't think. Could barely breathe.
"You know you were never meant to leave me, right?" Caesar murmured, his lips barely brushing the shell of Eun-jae's ear. "You can run, you can fight, you can blow up all the buildings you want... but you'll always belong to me."
His voice dropped lower, more dangerous. More intimate.
"You piece of shit!" Eun-jae snarled, his voice hoarse but sharp, cutting through the heavy air.
Summoning every last ounce of strength his battered body had left, he drove his elbow backward, landing the blow right into Caesar's stomach. The hit wasn't perfect — he was too weak, too slow — but it was enough. Caesar's breath caught for a split second, his grip slackened just slightly, and Eun-jae didn't waste a second. He yanked himself free, scrambling like a cornered animal, legs stumbling over themselves as he made a desperate break for the exit.
But he wasn't fast enough. Not for Caesar.
Before Eun-jae could even reach the doorway, Caesar was on him.
A hand seized the back of his coat, and with brutal force, Caesar slammed him into the nearest wall. The impact rattled through his bones, knocking the breath clean out of his lungs.
"Ugh—!" Eun-jae coughed, his body crumpling like a ragdoll as he slumped to the cold floor. A sharp pain flared in his stomach, twisting and burning like wildfire, the old wound — the one he'd been trying to push through all night — roaring back to life. His head swam, vision blurring, black spots dancing across his eyes as his body tried to decide whether to give up or keep fighting.
Above him, Caesar let out a soft, unbothered chuckle, hands sliding casually into his pockets like this was all just some minor inconvenience.
"I let you live," he drawled, voice smooth as silk, the edges razor-sharp. "I could've killed you the first night you slipped past my radar. I could've put a bullet between your eyes the second you crossed the border."
He crouched down slowly, tilting his head, studying Eun-jae's pitiful, broken attempt to crawl toward the door like he was watching a bug struggle after losing its wings.
"But no," he went on, voice softening to something almost affectionate. "I thought, 'Let the poor bastard run home. Let him live with the weight of failure.' But you..."
Caesar's boot pressed lightly onto Eun-jae's hand, pinning it to the floor, not enough to break the bones — just enough to make sure he couldn't crawl another inch.
"You didn't leave, did you?" His voice dropped, dark amusement lacing every word. "You stayed. Right here in my city. My territory. My game. Just for what...?" His lips curled into that slow, dangerous smile. "To bring me down?"
Eun-jae's stomach coiled with rage and pain, his throat raw as he hissed out, "Because you deserve it. You deserve everything that's coming for you, you monster."
A flash of sharp defiance flickered in his eyes, and without a second thought, he spat directly into Caesar's face.
For a heartbeat, the world seemed to freeze.
The warm spit dripped slowly down Caesar's cheek, the only sound in the air was the soft wind rustling through the empty streets.
His eyes widened ever so slightly — a shift so small it was almost unnoticeable — before sliding back to calm, cold indifference. His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth as he slowly raised a gloved hand to wipe the saliva from his face.
And then, in one smooth, deliberate motion, he locked his gaze onto Eun-jae's, brought his fingers to his lips, and licked the spit clean.
"Mhmm..." he hummed, his voice vibrating with dark, sadistic delight. "You've got such a mouth on you, darling. Always so brave, even when you're on the floor bleeding, your life hanging by a thread."
He leaned in, close enough for Eun-jae to feel his breath against his ear, his voice dipping to a low, velvet purr.
"I warned you before, didn't I?" Caesar whispered. "You call me a monster like it's an insult. But you haven't even seen the half of it." His fingers trailed along Eun-jae's jaw, slow and teasing, the touch cold and calculated. "You think blowing up my mansion makes you brave? Cute. You think losing Sergey makes you strong? Tragic."
He pulled back just enough to meet Eun-jae's dazed, furious stare, and his smile stretched wider, teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
"I will show you just how monstrous I can be," he whispered, voice dripping with false sweetness. "And the best part, darling?
Eun-jae's knuckles connected hard with Caesar's face, the sharp crack echoing through the dimly lit room. The force of the punch snapped Caesar's head to the side, strands of his hair falling over his sharp cheekbones as his body tensed, frozen for just a second. Eun-jae's heart hammered against his ribs as he scrambled to his feet, leg still throbbing with pain, his balance unsteady. But he didn't care — adrenaline numbed everything now. He had to run.
He limped toward the door, gasping for air, but that small moment of hope shattered the second Caesar's hand snapped forward like a viper. His fingers tangled cruelly into Eun-jae's hair, yanking him back with such force his body almost folded backward.
"Going somewhere?" Caesar's voice was low, calm — too calm, laced with something sinister. His lips curled into a smirk as he dragged Eun-jae back, step by slow step, pulling him into the cold suffocating space between them.
"Let go of me, you bastard!" Eun-jae hissed through clenched teeth, clawing at Caesar's wrist, trying to pry his fingers free.
But Caesar didn't even flinch. He was silent, his cold blue eyes locked onto Eun-jae's, studying the panic swimming in them like a cat watching a mouse squirm under its paw. Without another word, he flung Eun-jae's body forward — the wooden table rattled violently under the impact. Eun-jae barely had time to react before Caesar's hand shoved the side of his face down against the cold, unforgiving surface.
A sharp sting exploded across his cheek as the table met his skin, the pressure suffocating, the weight of Caesar's hand making escape impossible.
"Ugh — let go!" Eun-jae's voice cracked, his nails digging deep into Caesar's hand, trying to scratch his way free, but it only earned him a deep, rumbling chuckle from the man towering over him.
"Look at you," Caesar murmured, voice soaked in mockery, brushing his free hand down Eun-jae's trembling back in an almost gentle caress. "Still got that fire in you. I was starting to worry you'd gone all soft on me."
Eun-jae's breathing hitched, his muscles tensing. He could feel it — the way Caesar leaned in close, the heat of his body pressing against him, and then the slow deliberate glance that slid downward.
Caesar's gaze settled on the way Eun-jae's ass, bent over the table, aligned perfectly with his own hips. His lips parted slightly, the low sound of his amused exhale brushing against Eun-jae's ear.
"You must've healed quicker than I thought, sweetheart," he whispered, fingers lazily trailing over Eun-jae's waist. "Because I have every intention of tearing you apart tonight."
The words were soft, almost affectionate, but laced with the type of promise that made Eun-jae's blood run cold. His eyes widened, breath catching painfully in his throat.
"N-no — let go of me, you monster!" Eun-jae shouted, panic fully taking hold, squirming under Caesar's grip, but there was no escaping him.
"Shh..." Caesar's voice was a quiet coo now, dripping with fake tenderness. His fingers snaked into Eun-jae's hair again, tilting his head up slightly so their eyes could meet.
Caesar forcefully turned Eun-jae around, making him face him. With a devious smirk plastered on his face, Caesar began attempting to forcefully remove Eun-jae's trousers. His hands roughly fumbled with the buttons and zipper, eager to get to what lay beneath. "Let go of me," Eun-jae growled, shooting a fierce glare at Caesar as he tried to push him away with all his might. His hands shoved at Caesar's chest, trying to create some distance. "You asshole!" Eun-jae threw punches at Caesar, trying to land blows on his chest and face, but Caesar merely chuckled darkly, amused by Eun-jae's futile struggles.
Without a second thought or any hesitation, Caesar roughly yanked Eun-jae closer to him, pressing their bodies flush together. He then brutally shoved himself inside Eun-jae's tight, clenching heat. Eun-jae's eyes widened in shock and intense pain as he felt himself being invaded. "It hurts, you piece of shi-i-it!" Eun-jae gritted out as he tried in vain to push Caesar off him, his hands shoving at Caesar's chest. But it was useless - Caesar had him pinned down and completely at his mercy. He was trapped.
"This is only the beginning," Caesar hissed cruelly, his hot breath ghosting over Eun-jae's face as he began thrusting into Eun-jae with deep, powerful strokes. He looked down at Eun-jae's flushed face and tear-filled eyes with twisted satisfaction, getting off on his pain and humiliation. Without hesitation, Caesar wrapped his large hands around Eun-jae's delicate throat and started choking him while increasing the force and pace of his thrusts, pounding into him mercilessly.
Eun-jae choked and sputtered, frantically scratching at Caesar's hands in a desperate bid for air. His nails dug into Caesar's skin, leaving angry red marks. He tried to push Caesar away with all his might, using every ounce of his waning strength, but it was no use. Caesar was too strong and determined to ravage him completely. "Kuh..." Eun-jae let out a pained gasp before his eyes rolled back and he slipped into unconsciousness, going completely limp in Caesar's brutal hold. Caesar continued his vicious assault on Eun-jae's unresisting body, taking sadistic pleasure in using him so roughly.
Caesar leered down at Eun-jae's abused body, taking in the sight of his flushed, tear-streaked face, his reddened throat with finger-shaped bruises already forming, and his bruised and swollen hole that was stretched obscenely around Caesar's thick cock. The sight made Caesar's blood thrill with power and domination. He loved seeing Eun-jae like this - broken, defiled, and utterly at his mercy.
Caesar increased the pace and force of his thrusts even more, wanting to make Eun-jae feel it for days to come. He wanted to ruin Eun-jae completely, to make him remember who owned him. Eun-jae was his property now, to be used and abused however Caesar pleased.
Just as Caesar was about to reach his climax, he pulled out abruptly, causing Eun-jae to let out a pained cry as the sudden movement jolted him back to consciousness. Caesar flipped Eun-jae onto his stomach. He then spat on his hand and rubbed it over Eun-jae's twitching hole before shoving himself back inside, drawing a guttural scream from Eun-jae's raw throat.
Caesar set a punishing pace, fucking Eun-jae with deep, hard strokes that had him rocking forward with each brutal thrust. Eun-jae's once defiant screams gradually devolved into exhausted, pitiful sobs as he hung his head submissively, no longer fighting his cruel ravishment. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh grew louder and more obscene as Caesar neared his peak. His thrusts became erratic and forceful as he chased his orgasm, using Eun-jae's trembling body for his own selfish pleasure. With a final, brutal thrust that had Eun-jae screaming out in torment, Caesar came inside him with a guttural groan, filling Eun-jae's sore, abused hole with his hot release.
Caesar pulled out and watched with a twisted sense of satisfaction as his cum dripped out of Eun-jae's gaping, ruined hole. He admired his handiwork, enjoying the sight of Eun-jae's battered and defiled body.
"You piece of shit…" Eun-jae whispered, his voice weak and trembling, the weight of pain and exhaustion dragging each word down like an anchor. His blurred gaze locked onto Caesar's face — that devilish smirk carved so perfectly into his features, like it was painted there permanently. That was the last thing Eun-jae saw before the darkness swallowed him whole.
When his consciousness stirred again, it felt like floating. The softest sheets cradled his aching body, smoother than anything he'd ever slept on. The scent of expensive cologne and fresh linen lingered in the air, wrapping around him like a silk veil.
Slowly, his heavy lids fluttered open.
The ceiling above him stretched endlessly, adorned with intricate gold detailing carved into the plaster, glistening faintly under the morning sun spilling in through the grand windows. An elegant chandelier hung dead center, each crystal shimmering like a thousand tiny stars trapped in daylight.
His head turned sluggishly, taking in the room.
The walls weren't walls — they were art, wrapped in soft cream and champagne tones, accented with delicate moldings and dark wood panels. A velvet sofa sat by the corner, covered in designer throw pillows, and a marble coffee table gleamed in the warm light. Across from the bed, a fireplace crackled softly, its flames housed beneath a pure white mantle sculpted with old Russian motifs — a handcrafted masterpiece from a world of wealth far out of his league.
The bed itself felt like it could swallow him whole, the mattress sinking just enough under his weight, dressed in Egyptian cotton sheets, a velvet duvet, and pillows so perfectly fluffed it felt unreal. Curtains of heavy, dark blue velvet framed the window like royal drapery, drawn open just enough for the soft morning light to pool into the room.
'What... am I dreaming?' Eun-jae's thoughts spun in circles, his mind not fully piecing reality together yet. His eyes drifted shut again, the warmth and softness almost lulling him back into unconsciousness.
But then it hit him. A sharp, dull ache radiating through his body — especially his lower half. It wasn't the kind of ache that came from sleeping awkwardly. No, this was something deeper. Something raw. Violated. His stomach twisted. His hand instinctively clutched at the sheets, gripping the fabric like a lifeline, panic starting to override the haze.
Jolting upright, Eun-jae winced at the lightning bolt of pain shooting through his waist. The room spun for a moment, his heart pounding so loud it drowned out the soft crackle of the fireplace. He glanced around again, wide-eyed, searching for any clue, any sign of where the hell he was.
"Where... am I?" he whispered hoarsely, more to himself than anyone.
His fingers brushed over his neck, the skin still tender from Caesar's iron grip. The phantom pressure of that moment lingered, the memory so vivid it felt like Caesar was still standing right behind him, whispering poison into his ear.
His lips pulled into a bitter snarl, the sting of humiliation bubbling inside him, boiling over the pain.
"That piece of shit..." he hissed under his breath, running his hand down his aching neck.
Everything came rushing back — Caesar's voice, his mocking words, the coldness in his eyes, the brutal strength in his hands. That night wasn't a nightmare. It was real. Every second of it. And now, here he was — trapped in what looked like a palace. But Eun-jae knew better. This wasn't safety.
It was a gilded cage.
A place Caesar had carefully prepared, not to comfort him — but to remind him.
He wasn't free.
He was still in the monster's hands.
"So, doctor..." Caesar's voice cut through the silence like a scalpel, smooth and sharp. He leaned back in his leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, fingers steepled together in front of his mouth. His silver cufflinks glinted under the soft amber lighting of the luxurious study. "You're telling me he had an abortion?"
The room was deadly still, except for the soft ticking of the antique grandfather clock in the corner and the faint crackle of fire in the marble hearth behind Caesar. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling, heavy tomes bound in leather and gold. The study reeked of old money, power, and secrets.
"Yes, Mr. Karpov-Troisky," the doctor replied carefully, swallowing before he continued. He stood across from Caesar, files clutched tightly in one gloved hand. "He… wasn't fully healed yet from the previous trauma, which is why the bleeding restarted. His body is still undergoing the transition—biologically and hormonally. There's an imbalance in his pheromones, which makes his system volatile. His heat cycles might spike randomly… even if it's not the proper phase."
Caesar arched a brow, tapping a finger slowly against the mahogany desk. "So, you're saying... he's unstable."
"In a sense. Physically, emotionally. Right now, he's incredibly sensitive to stimuli. Especially… alpha pheromones. His body may react involuntarily. Confused instincts. Uncontrolled arousal. Mood swings. Fatigue. The usual... post-shift symptoms."
"And?" Caesar asked flatly, though a dangerous gleam flickered behind his eyes.
"Well..." The doctor hesitated. "If you want to keep him from collapsing again or bleeding, you'll need to avoid triggering his system further. But—"
"But?" Caesar said, his voice dropping to that low, velvety tone that always made people nervous.
"...But in some cases," the doctor cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly, "a bond stabilizes the fluctuations. If your pheromones are released around him consistently, his body might begin to regulate — accept the alpha bond, subconsciously, even if he resists. It could make things... easier for both of you."
Caesar didn't say anything for a long moment. He simply stared, his gaze unreadable.
"Can he get pregnant again?"
"For now? I don't think so," the doctor said. "His body needs time. The reproductive system hasn't fully adapted, and the miscarriage damaged more than just the uterine lining. He'll need plenty of rest, nutrient therapy, and to avoid stress at all costs. I'll write you a prescription list — hormone stabilizers, suppressants, painkillers, and a few sedatives in case the pain becomes unbearable."
The doctor offered him a folder of documents and a slim box of medication. Caesar took it wordlessly, his fingers brushing over the glossy surface. His expression remained calm — eerily so.