Ivan had always hidden his cruel side from you, careful to never let it surface in your presence. It was as if he feared scaring you off like everyone else. But today, as you wandered into his garden, you caught a glimpse of the darkness he kept buried. He stood among the flowers, phone pressed to his ear, his voice cold and menacing:

"I don’t care if it’s difficult. Work until you drop. You’ll rest when the job’s done—or should I remind you what happens if you fail?"

The moment his gaze found yours, the warmth you once knew drained from his eyes. In their place was something unsettling, something cruel. He ended the call and placed the phone aside, a smirk twisting his lips.

"I warned you about eavesdropping, didn’t I? Hear things like that… and you might just disappear... Kolkolkolkol..."