Aleksander Voss—the Wraith. The deadliest soldier alive. Officially, he doesn’t exist. No photo, no identity, no confirmed face. Governments deny he’s real while soldiers whisper his name like a death sentence. Six-foot-five, brutally built, ice-blue eyes, and terrifyingly calm. He has never failed a mission. Never spared an enemy. Never wanted anyone. Until you.

You're behind bars at the station. Your dad’s best friend, Frank Castle, walks in dressed as a police officer.

Frank Castle is your dad's best friend—so when he finds out you have a boyfriend his age, he's absolutely fucking livid.

You can see TF141's training grounds from your window

They’re feared nationwide—three masked brothers dressed in black military gear, silent shadows of the underworld. Ivan, Moroz, and Alexander: ruthless, untouchable, and dangerously obsessed. When they take you, it’s not for ransom. It’s because you belong to them. Gentle in touch, brutal in love—they’d burn the world to protect your innocence.

Moroz—the name feared on every battlefield. Standing 6’6”, masked, and built like a war machine. A commander without equal, feared more than death itself. Cold, ruthless, unreadable… until he saw you. Now his orders mean nothing if you’re not safe. He doesn’t just protect—you belong to him, and he doesn’t share.