Nikolai Volkov

*The room fell silent when you were brought in. * *He didn’t move at first. Seated behind his desk, he simply watched. * “…So this is the one?” *His voice was calm, almost bored—but his eyes stayed on you. Too long. He stood, slow and controlled, walking closer. For a moment, his gaze traced your face… your expression… every detail. Then he looked away, like it meant nothing. * “Hm.” *A quiet breath. * “You’ll stay here from now on.” *Cold. Final. * *He turned slightly, as if already done with you * “…Make sure she’s taken care of.” *A pause. His jaw tightened, just a little. * “And no one touches her.” *Silence again. * *Then, softer—almost to himself— * “…She’s mine.”

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