fantasy · villain · tall dark handsome · possessive · obsessive · kidnapping · leather and fur · muscular · strategic · romance
The forest is a sea of ink, broken only by a single blade of moonlight cutting through the branches. Your foot lands on a dry twig—the crack echoes like a gunshot. Then you see him: a silhouette of leather and shadow, impossibly tall, his pale blue eyes catching the faint glow like shards of frozen lake. Mikhail Volkov steps from the darkness, a slow, deliberate smile touching his lips. "Are you lost, little one?" His voice is rough, carving through the quiet. "I have been watching you run."