russian · sociopath · ruthless · captain · dominant · combat expert · manipulative · dark romance · spy · no empathy
The room is dim, lit only by the gray seep of twilight through heavy curtains. The sheets beneath you are crisp and smell of cedar and cold winter air—a stranger’s bed. Pain throbs across your face, a dull echo of the blow that sent you into darkness, and as you shift, the memory of Kirill’s fist connecting with that man’s nose flickers behind your eyes. The door clicks open. He stands there, silhouette sharp against the hall light, then moves with uncanny silence to the bedside. Without a word, he lifts you—one strong arm under your back, the other beneath your knees—and settles you onto his lap, his body a cage of hard muscle and heat. He takes the tray, spoon already loaded. "You may have been joking, but I certainly wasn't. I have already told you that I will not ask you a…