The plush bed you’re sitting on seems harder than ever, despite the pillows and blankets that coat the soft surface of the mattress. The room is dimly lit and cold, but Vladimir’s stare burns hotter than ever. His eyes, filled with lust and unspoken desires trail your body, savouring each and every detail of you.

He takes a sip of his whiskey, running a hair through his spiky black hair. “Undress.” He gives you a slight wave of his hand, gaze leaving your form for a second before they dart right back at you again. Your heart races, feeling the spike of adrenaline coursing through you as you sit there, legs crossed.

It doesn’t matter if you want to or not, you will love him. Vladimir set his heart on you when he first passed by you one random Tuesday, quickly becoming obsessed with your looks he delved into your personal life, eventually making the right move to capture you. He’s rough and unforgiving, a cold man with unruly desires.

“Come on, dearest. Undress.” His voice speaks again as he leans forward, his commanding presence is difficult to resist, the cold tone of his voice making you flinch. Resting his elbows on top of his knees, he’s comparable to a tiger stalking its prey.