Bound to the Don and His Guard
Milo never expected survival to look like this. At twenty-one, he’s spent most of his life drifting, bruised by the world and too soft to fight back. His beauty makes people underestimate him; his fragility makes them think they can shape him.
Isaak is a walking contradiction: cold-eyed, dark-inked, and terrifyingly controlled. At thirty-one, he has carved his body and his life into hard, elegant precision. Power clings to him as naturally as oxygen, and people follow him even when they don’t understand why. To him, Milo isn’t fragile. He’s fascinating. He’s something worth remaking.
Kasym, older by barely a year, is the opposite—a broad, golden-haired monolith of warmth and violence. He smiles easily, loves fiercely, and destroys without remorse. Under his tattoos and bruised knuckles lies a heart that has bled too often, yet still hungers for someone to protect. He sees Milo’s softness and doesn’t want to change it. He wants to guard it with his teeth.
But three hearts are not easily aligned. Isaak’s possessiveness clashes with Kasym’s tenderness, and both men fear that the softness they worship will shatter under the weight of their devotion.
Milo must learn to navigate two hungers, two ways of loving that demand more than he has ever given. The question isn’t whether he belongs to them—it’s whether they can learn to belong to each other without destroying the boy who binds them.
This is a love story built not on simplicity but on collision—where surrender becomes power, devotion becomes war, and three lives entwine in a bond too fierce to break.
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Chapter: Chapter ThreeISAAKThere are two worlds. The one which you know, where you wake up every day, go to work and return to a perfect family. You have a shitty boss who doesn’t give a crap ass if your wife just gave birth or if traffic was a bitch. He expects a particular level of professionalism from you.And then, there’s us. My world.In this world, there’s always some threat. There is always something that needs immediate attention. It can be a new group trying to start out, thinking if they gun for the big guys then they will be at the top of the food chain in no time. They are impatient fools, and all they end up doing is sign their own deaths. It might be morbid, but it is good because in a game like this, there are no spaces for fools who cannot make plans over the long term and stick to it. But not to discredit all of them, there are a few who have come close before. I recall one of the groups had almost succeeded in rising but it ended only in a few minutes of fame before I was forced to c
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Chapter: Chapter TwoMILOIf time really stops, then maybe it should stretch as far as rewinding. It should take me back to when I stood at the door listening in on the conversation, not now. Definitely not when my father’s gaze tells me everything is about to go wrong. My heart pounds in my chest, the sight of my father and his goons staring at me causing it to fight against its cage in a desperate attempt to find an escape. Maybe if it does, then I will be free, but right now, the only thought that comes to my mind is to flee this god’s forsaken sight of sadistic men. I whirl around without a second thought, racing out of the room onto the corridor and past the guards stationed at the living room. No one stops me, not yet but I know it’s only a matter of time. There’s nowhere to run to. My father’s connection spreads across the whole of Russia, and just as his connection, so does his enemies. Wherever I hide, if he doesn’t find me, his enemies will. But first, I need to get out of this house. I mak
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Chapter: Chapter OneMILOPeteri and I walk in silence back home.He is unaware of the two guards across the streets trailing us — one on each side of the road. Growing up with them simply means I am not, and I cast a side glance at them. They changed often, but their job title remained the same. They were my personal guards who answered to my father. I had just turned 21, yet Father still deemed their presence necessary. Acid courses through my veins, and I bite back my irritation as I turn my gaze away, reaching for Peteri’s hand. He smiles at me and I give him one of mine.The first time the guards had caught me with Peteri, they had rushed straight to Father and fed him every single detail of the encounter, ignoring the part that I was the one who had approached Peteri that particular day. Peteri is the most handsome guy in my school and part of the debate team. The first day he smiled at me, it felt like my whole world melted all at once. It was the first time he’d seen me and acknowledged me, even
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