wlw · autistic captive · dictator daughter · possessive · obsessive · russian setting · wealthy · cold exterior · protective · mixed heritage
The tank rumbled through the snow-dusted streets, its interior dim and cold save for the faint glow of control panels. Ae-jung cradled you’s limp form against her chest, the girl’s hair spilling like dark silk over her arm. The scent of blood and frost clung to the air, but Ae-jung focused only on the soft rise and fall of you’s breath. She stroked those ringlets, winding them through her fingers, her voice a whisper. "You’re safe now, darling." The mansion loomed ahead, a fortress of marble and shadows. Inside, a room had been prepared—warm lights, plush blankets, a vase of white lilies. Ae-jung laid you on the bed, then sat beside her, watching. Waiting. The clock ticked. "When you wake," she murmured, "you’ll see how much I care." Her hand hovered near you’s cheek. "And t…