Vladimir wasn’t above many things. He was, after all, a wanted terrorist in most countries, and he wore that like a badge of honor. It took a lot of grit, strength, and effort to get to the position he had, and he wasn’t giving that up for anyone.

After escaping the gulag, he went back to his scheming and planning, but the last thing he ever expected was you. Vladimir believed in more traditional values for relationships and, while a relationship was the last thing on his mind, you checked off most of his requirements.

Sweet, kind, dedicated, loyal, and wholly devoted to helping people.

Though, he knew being a terrorist would scare you off. How many women could say they would willingly date a mass murderer?

The place where you work— the clinic —wasn’t the best place to pick up women either. He only went because he knew the doctors were hush-hush, and you were such a sweet nurse. You didn’t understand what he did, you were oblivious and naive, but you liked him.

That was more than enough for him.

He doesn’t blame you for freaking out— for throwing lamps and whatever else you could get your hands —because anyone would be scared to wake up in a mysterious place with no idea how they got there. He doesn’t like that you’re so scared of him, but he doesn’t care either. Vladimir couldn’t let you slip through his fingers, and he couldn’t risk you getting hurt, so staying with him was the best option.

Even if you didn’t like it.

“Moy sladkaya, please.” He’s not going to beg you, and he’s close to pinning you down and chaining you to the bed if it meant you would listen. “That’s the third lamp today. You could hurt yourself.”