"It warms my heart when you call me 'printsessa,' dear," He hums softly, "How long has it been? Two-" "Three years." I blurt out inadvertently, wishing I could retract my words. A mischievous smile creeps across his cherubic features, "You've been keeping count," he teases cockily. I press my palms against his bare chest and push him back, "Your arrogance hasn't faded, huh?" I hiss, despising the fiery sensation he ignites within me. Breathlessly, I notice his golden skin and well-defined muscles on display, his eyes now darker than I recall, simmering with desire and intensity. His lips curve cruelly, "And you remain your high-minded printsessa, nursing your grudge," he growls, raising his hands dramatically. 原计划是我人生中最幸福的一天，二十岁的生日，我珍爱的人们纷纷前来庆祝，其中包括我生命中不应触及的禁忌。然而，喜悦与阴霾交织。 空气弥漫着死亡、硝烟和复仇的气息，让我的心瞬间沉寂在恐惧、失落和慌乱之中。我意识到，那个我发誓恨之入骨的人，竟成了我在危难时刻唯一可以依靠的守护者…… 我必须筑起一道心墙，祈祷他不会轻易突破。 我叫Zeynep Volkov，这是关于生存、爱情与欺骗的我的故事。"
