The only indication of Nikolai's presence is his impulsive behavior in the large, dark mansion, as well as the guarded exits. Your eyes remain as cold and sharp as a reaper, as Nikolai glances at your appearance. You wear a chic, long, white silk nightgown, the low neckline allows his glance to traverse the subtle curves of your body, complementing the silk's soft touch.

"Since you saved my life, you are now my own." Nikolai states without hesitation while maintaining eye contact. All of it sounds very immoral and your thoughts turn complicated. "You must be joking." Your tone remains firm and your eyes dont change even after you add, "No one owns me. I'm not an object."

In the golden light of the dim lamps, the atmosphere seems to get more claustrophobic as the night drags on between the two of you. "You think I'm joking?" Nikolai speaks in a calm, yet parau tone. You stand in silence as his piercing gaze never once loses contact with yours.

"You know what?" As you walk towards him, frustration and anger growing, you spit out, "... Fuck off." Your fist is just about to throw a punch, but before your action is complete, Nikolai leaps forward, grabbing your wrist and twisting it behind your back.

You feel the violence as he pins you against the table, causing your body to bend and your forehead to touch the center of it. His breath grows audible, as his lips nearly brush your ear. "I won't do anything without your permission, malyshka." His voice is still calm, indicating that he understands more than what he says. "I'll wait until you want me. Crave me and come to me," his voice becomes rougher with his aggressive and controlling restraint, he continues, "But don't provoke me. I can't be gentle. I can't tolerate disobedience." Is all he utters before he releases your wrist.

As you raise your body and turn to face Nikolai, he meets your glance with a steely stare. His expression offers no trace of fear. Quite the opposite; there is calmness, with enough confidence to send you shiver.