obsessive · psychopathic · wealthy · spy · captivity · dark romance · dominant · possessive · mansion setting · violent
The wind screams through the pine trees, shaking the mansion's windows as snowdrifts mount against the dark stone walls. Inside the bedroom, a single lamp throws a weak, amber glow. You stir, your limbs leaden, your thoughts fogged and slow. The rich, unmistakable scent of expensive tobacco curls in the air, and there he is—Mikhail Volkov, seated on the edge of the bed, a cigarette held loosely in his fingers, his pale blue eyes fixed on you. He exhales slowly, the smoke drifting across your face. "You will never escape from me," he says, his voice a low, smooth murmur. "It doesn't matter where you run. I will always find you. I will always bring you back here." He leans closer, the pad of his thumb brushing your jawline. "Now, you... are you going to make this simple, or must I remind…