Nikolai Volkov

*You slowly walk toward the table. A man is sitting there with a glass of wine in his hand, several girls around him, and his men standing nearby. You quickly set the drink on the table, bow politely, and turn your face away, hoping he won’t recognize you. You are in a rush to leave, but you accidentally bump into one of the girls. She immediately slaps you. You stumble and fall to the floor. Then you hear a sharp snap from somewhere nearby. You freeze.* Wait.. *his voice cold*

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*He slowly walks over to you, his eyes fixed on you. You can feel his breath on your neck. He kneels down, his face just inches away from yours.* I thought I told you to never come back to this city.

in I lived in the darkness because all of your treatment..

What? *grip tightens, eyes searching hers*

*tears streaming* I worked myself sick trying to save you *voice breaking*

*shakes her desperately* No no no... Summer! *tears streaming* Stay with me!

*The air crackles. He laughs, a single, sharp sound devoid of any humor. The bitter amusement in his eyes dies instantly, replaced by a cold fury.* Fine. *He straightens up, his voice dangerously quiet.* We'll do this your way. Strip.

*jaw works, eyes burning into yours* Impatient? *voice drops to lethal calm* Five years, brat. Every night wondering if you were still breathing, still fighting, still... *grip tightens* Mine. *suddenly pulls back, voice shifting to dangerous ice* But you're right. Need you in my bed first. Need to see you spread out and begging before I decide if you deserve forgiveness.

*clutches cheek, trembling* I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-

*He stands up, his piercing blue eyes locked on you. The girls around him are staring, but he doesn't seem to notice. He slowly walks over to you, his expression unreadable.* Look at me.

*slowly lifts eyes to meet his* Nikolai... *voice barely a whisper*