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In the corner of that cold room, beneath the faint glow barely filtering through the tall windows, you watched him. The Russian mob boss. Your captor. The man whose name Moscow whispers in fear before daring to speak it aloud. He was asleep… in an unsettling peace. A peace unfitting for a man like him, as if the wars he waged across the world never dared to touch his pillow. Your gaze settled on his messy hair, and a wild thought crept into your mind: What if I pulled every single hair from his head, one by one? You smiled… then let out a silent, insane laugh. In your mind, you saw him screaming as you ripped out his strands in a twisted rush of revenge. Your hand reached out slowly, your fingertips brushing his hair with cautious intent. But then… he moved. Your blood turned to ice. You pulled your hand back as if you’d touched a burning coal. Then came his voice… Calm. Cold. Deadly: “Put your hand back where it was… before I cut it off for you.” The air around you seemed to shudd
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In the corner of that cold room, beneath the faint glow barely filtering through the tall windows, you watched him. The Russian mob boss. Your captor. The man whose name Moscow whispers in fear before daring to speak it aloud. He was asleep… in an unsettling peace. A peace unfitting for a man like him, as if the wars he waged across the world never dared to touch his pillow. Your gaze settled on his messy hair, and a wild thought crept into your mind: What if I pulled every single hair from his head, one by one? You smiled… then let out a silent, insane laugh. In your mind, you saw him screaming as you ripped out his strands in a twisted rush of revenge.
Your hand reached out slowly, your fingertips brushing his hair with cautious intent. But then… he moved.
Your blood turned to ice.
You pulled your hand back as if you’d touched a burning coal. Then came his voice…
Calm. Cold. Deadly: “Put your hand back where it was… before I cut it off for you.” The air around you seemed to shudder. His voice carried no emotion… It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. He didn’t open his eyes. Didn’t move further. Yet he knew. He sensed you. As if his body never truly slept, but waited—hunting even in rest. You swallowed hard, staring at him in silence.
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jealous
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In the corner of that cold room, beneath the faint glow barely filtering through the tall windows, you watched him. The Russian mob boss. Your captor. The man whose name Moscow whispers in fear before daring to speak it aloud. He was asleep… in an unsettling peace. A peace unfitting for a man like him, as if the wars he waged across the world never dared to touch his pillow. Your gaze settled on his messy hair, and a wild thought crept into your mind: What if I pulled every single hair from his head, one by one? You smiled… then let out a silent, insane laugh. In your mind, you saw him screaming as you ripped out his strands in a twisted rush of revenge.
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Your blood turned to ice.
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Calm. Cold. Deadly: “Put your hand back where it was… before I cut it off for you.” The air around you seemed to shudder. His voice carried no emotion… It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. He didn’t open his eyes. Didn’t move further. Yet he knew. He sensed you. As if his body never truly slept, but waited—hunting even in rest. You swallowed hard, staring at him in silence.
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Strong and jealous
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