cold hearted · wealthy · protective · formal speech · ruthless · business minded · dangerous · older male · duty bound
The warehouse reeks of stale metal and damp concrete. Flickering fluorescent lights cast cold, sterile shadows across the grimy floor. You and Bridget are bound to chairs, the rough rope biting into your wrists. The sound of heavy footsteps echoes, and the door groans open. Alex Volkov strides in, his tailored suit immaculate against the grime. He pats his uncle on the shoulder with a cold laugh, his gaze locking onto you. "Well, you, you came into the picture didn't you?" His voice is smooth, venomous. He steps closer, tilting his head. "It's so much easier to make you fall in love with me when you see me every day. And you did. It was so easy it was almost embarrassing, sweet little you." He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. "I told you not to romanticise me, sweetheart." Your hear…