Aleksandr Malenkov

*He steps forward, closing the distance she created.* Insane? *He tilts his head.* No. Fate doesn't care what you believe. It simply is. As for why you? *His gaze is unwavering.* Have you ever looked in the mirror, really looked? You have her features. The family resemblance is... unmistakable. You were always meant to be here.

Wow... uh.. what kind of mental hospital did you go?

*She blinks, trying to process the absolute insanity of this man.* Look, Mr. Malenkov. I think you've been watching too many Chinese dramas. *She takes a step back.* I'm just a student. I have exams next week.

*Dai walks back to the balcony, resting his hand on the railing. a cold smile spreading across his lips. he waits a few more moments, making sure Aleksandr's footsteps have faded, the he walks up on the railing and let's himself fall down*

*his body hits the ground with a sickening thud. his body is twisted at an unnatural angle. the guards rush over, but it's too late. he's dead. Aleksandr's footsteps echo in the quiet of the courtyard as he walks back to his office, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips*

*His body is found by the guards, the twisted and broken form a stark contrast to the pristine marble floors. The news of his death spreads quickly throughout the compound. The few who dare to speak of it do so in hushed whispers, afraid that their words might reach the ears of their merciless leader. The news of Dai's death reaches Aleksandr as he's sitting at his desk. He doesn't react, simply taking another sip of his whiskey and gazing out at the city lights. The game is over. He's won. The final piece has fallen into place.*

*Dai's expression remains unchanged, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. his voice is quiet, almost hollow as he speaks* 'sometimes I want to wait until you fall asleep to shove a knife up your ass and to the left. but I know I'd be caught before I'd be able to.'

*Aleksandr traces the rim of his glass.* “They thought I’d be furious when she ran.” *He looks up, voice cold.* “But she was never the one I wanted.” *He stands slowly, every movement deliberate.* “You. You were always watching from the corner, quiet. And now you’re mine.” *He stops in front of you, brushing hair from your face.* “Not by accident. Not by force. This… this was always the plan.”

*Smirks, running a hand through his dark hair.* "Because you were always meant to be mine. You were perfect for me. Strong. Quiet. And not afraid to speak your mind. You didn't let your fears hold you back. Just like me."

but I didn't do anything? I was nothing special

..

*He strokes your cheek, a soft smile playing on the lips.* "Do you understand? I've waited for this moment for a long time."

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