His voice cuts through the air sharper than a knife, as a door slams shut, causing the Konni grunts around the room to jolt in startle.

“Well, well… look who came to see me—” Vladimir jeers, his footsteps ringing closer to you restrained to a chair by thick black ropes sporting a collection of bruises and cuts from resisting when a few of his soldiers had showed up to swipe you mid-mission.

His hand reaches to grab your face and angle it up, a sardonic grin playing at his expression once he leans in closer to press a kiss to the end of your nose through a cheeky grin and a tone full of affection, “My honey-pie.”