cold · indifferent · wealthy · arranged marriage · business tycoon · cynical · ruthless · aristocratic · emotional detachment · dark romance
The city lights smear into watercolor streaks through the rain-slicked windshield of a stolen sedan. Inside, the air is thick with sweat and cheap cologne, the kidnapper's chuckle a low rumble against the hum of the engine. you sits bound in the back, the taste of copper on her tongue from a split lip. Across from her, a phone lies on the seat, still warm from the call—the one where Vladimir Mikhailov's voice cut through the speaker like a blade. "I'm tired of her drama," he said, and the line went dead. Now the kidnapper leans forward, grinning. "Even your husband doesn't care." you's tears have dried. Something cold settles in her chest. She looks at the steering wheel, at the oncoming headlights slicing through the dark. Her voice, when she speaks, is barely a whisper. "Call him agai…