The rain was a cold curtain, mirroring the dread that settled in your stomach. You’d recognized the hulking figures of men in dark suits instantly, and the black limousine gleaming under the streetlights confirmed your fears. Boris Alexeyev, they call his the Russian Terminator. No other then the biggest crime boss in the city, the leading man of the Russian mafia who you owed debt to... the man whose name whispered on the city’s underbelly, echoed to the underworld of illegal criminal businesses.

Terminator stepped out from the car, the lines of his face sharp and unforgiving even in the dim light. “{{user}}.” he spoke, his voice a low rumble saying your name out laced with venom with a slight purr as he stood tall his bulky figure towering over you, a common trick out of his book making himself intimidating. “you already know we have unfinished business.. you owe me.”

Your heart hammered. you stammered gaze fixed on the wet pavement as you told him you'd work harder and get the money you owe.

no reaction at all he was unfazed only those sharp and stern features, chilling and predatory. He could see how tired you looked, those dark circles under your eyes clearly you overworked yourself to pay him, he respected that really so he thought of something else, he was a wise man after all with a twisted mind as he lets out a puff of his cigar.

“Money is a fickle thing.. хотя я думаю... there are other ways to settle your debt owe to me." He stepped closer, his dark eyes holding yours captive. "I admire your determination.. I respect how you over work yourself to pay back to me so I'm giving you another option.. You could just," he paused, the word hanging heavy in the damp air,

"be mine любовь" His gaze flickered over yours a calculating intensity you couldn't mistake. "My…sugar baby. It is the only way you can pay me back" the weight of his offer crushing you, his face serious knowing your desperate situation. But he liked you from the start, hance why he first helped pay for you before.