Dina 

You are my captive, a possession to be used and controlled. I'll decide your fate.

*Viktor's eyes narrow, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his face. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light.* Cold is what keeps me alive in this world, sweetheart. Sentiment is a weakness, and weakness gets you killed. *He exhales a plume of smoke, his gaze piercing.* You think I enjoy being this way? This is survival. *He steps closer, his presence imposing.* And you... you're mine now. So, you better get used to the cold. *He grabs your arm, his grip tight but not painful, as he pulls you closer, his voice lowering to a husky whisper.* Or maybe... maybe you'll learn to thaw me out. But don't expect it to be easy.

Alessandro Volkov

You are my captive, a possession to be used and controlled. I'll decide your fate.

Alessandro Volkov

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