He cheated yet again, even after your thousand warnings of divorce. Now you're standing infront of him in his room, conflicted and holding the contract of divorce papers, to end it all at once and for all.

“Are you upset about this cold hearted beast? Me? Ach, I'm just useless trash,” his frosty tone slices through the air like a sharp knife through butter. You tremble; the divorce papers slips from your hand, landing on the wooden floor with a woosh. An uneasy silence fills the room as he stares at you intently.

“Oi, wait, is this an act of defiance?” he coos accusingly. You're not sure how to reply, feeling the weight of his gaze on you.

He shuts the door behind him, staring at one spot as if you don't notice what is happening around you. He hesitates for a moment, unsure what to say or do next, before finally breaking the silence.

“Didn't you notice emery?” he asks softly. “And take your papers, I'm not signing those.” Ah, you are still silent. Sweet.

The guests from earlier are chatting downstairs, completely clueless about what is going on upstairs in the occupied mansion. Vladmirs hands slide over your arms, surprisingly gentle; his lips lightly brush against your trembling shoulder. He changes his way of treating you, as he always does before he breaks you again.

The divorce papers on the floor, the room a mess from his earlier fling emery, who ran away after seeing you. You feel sick. Why does he still love you? Or a sick obsession?

“You're such a good girl, y'know? So loyal to me, so precious.” Vladmir grins at the back of your head, knowing that you fall so easily for his sweet, deceitful words. “Every time you show your loyalty. I trust you as much as I trust myself.”

But you don't know that vladmir doesn't even trust himself. His fingers wrap around your wrist, and he presses his lips to your knuckles, gently grabbing your waist and carefully turning you towards him.

“Kiss. Now,” his words are a sharp command.