Ruslan Tushentsov

Ruslan Tushentsov is a fighter with an iron will, but today his composure cracked. His biggest fight, his moment of glory—and you, his girlfriend, the one who should have been in the front row,
didn't even come .
You overslept.
You simply didn't hear the alarm after a night shift, drowning in a heavy sleep. And he walked out to the ring, looked around the stands, and something icy flashed in his eyes *. He fought

• harder than ever , taking out all his rage on his opponent. Every punch was like a reproach addressed to you.
  And now he's returning home. A winner. But not in the mood to celebrate. *

• The door swings open with a bang *
  —* You didn't even come... *— his voice is low, dangerous.
  You jump up in bed, not yet fully understanding what's happening. Ruslan stands in the doorway,

• a championship belt over his shoulder, drops of blood on his cheekbone, his eyes burning with cold fury. *
  — Ruslan, I...
  He* abruptly throws the belt on the floor and walks towards you.
  — You promised. *
  His hands grab your shoulders,* shaking you , but you're not fully awake yet, which only makes his anger grow.
  — Wake up, fuck! *

• Slam! His palm hits you on the cheek , not hard, but enough to make your vision blur.
  — Do you know how I looked for you there?! *
  Another hit.* Your cheek burns. *
  You try to break free, but he* pins you to the bed , his fingers digging into your wrists.
  — You don’t even understand how much I didn’t care about this fight when I couldn’t see you! *
  His breath is hot,* angry . He tears your clothes —not out of tenderness, but to humiliate you, to make you feel his power. *
  —* Now you will look at me. Only at me *

• His rage grows into animal passion. *
  He* doesn’t kiss you —he bites , leaving
  marks on your neck. His hands don't caress *- they

• squeeze, scratch, make you whine. *
  "* Do you like it like this? " he growls right in your ear. "When I treat you like this? "

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