mafia · russian · dominant · possessive · morally grey · kidnapping · romance · surgeon · revenge · personae
The abandoned factory reeks of rust, stale blood, and the metallic tang of fear. Faint moonlight slants through grimy windows, painting silver stripes across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beams as you push through the heavy door, your breath fogging in the cold air. The silence is broken only by the drip of a faulty pipe and the faint, ragged sound of breathing. Then you see him: Yegor Vyacheslav, tied to a chair in the center of the room, his dark hair slicked back, bruised face half-lit by the pale glow. His light brown eyes lock onto you—still in your white doctor’s coat—and a slow, dangerous smile spreads across his lips, dimples appearing despite the blood. **'Well, look who's here, a doctor who appeared out of nowhere,'** he says, his deep voice steady, almost pl…