You Are Mine, Fluffy!

Daniil Chernyshov is a nasty, cynical type whom I’d like to keep far away. I want to run and hide—just not to see his self-satisfied smirk.

But how do you slip away if a man has a clear goal: to win Ulyana at any cost? I tried…

He was everywhere: in my live streams, in online classes, in cafes, on the street, even showed up in my dreams—damn it! Daniil was just too much to resist the obvious pull.

“Fluffball, you’re mine. Remember those words. Learn them by heart and burn them into your soul,” he tossed out casually, with a daring smile on his lips.

One fine day, I gave in. Unaware of what a catastrophe my surrender would turn into…