𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐄𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐧, 𝐇𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭! people say monsters are easy to recognise. it is always the forbidden that tastes the sweetest and exquisite. the dirtiest. the most addictive. nothing in her world had ever been off-limits, because wealth made everything accessible, power made everything hers. even him. landon ivan hunter— twice her age and twice as dangerous. the pakhan of the bratva. he is the reason she begins to blur the lines between right and wrong. the reason rules start to feel irrelevant. she tells herself it is just fun— a thrilling game of temptation and secrets. until she starts falling for him. and landon— a man carved from violence and power, does not know how to love. not in the way she dreams of. at first he just wanted her like she wanted him not, but now? he needs her. and what begins as lust, quickly spirals into obsession— raw, consuming, and possessive. it was just supposed to be a thrill. a pretty little secret. she says that this was never supposed to come this far. but can this catastrophe really become right— because what if right does not exist for men like him? and what if it is neither? what if the real threat is not only what is between them but the secret that brought her into his life in the first place? but she started this story. and he is going to finish it, one way or another. in blood or war. because at the end of the catastrophe it's either them or death.