Mako Takahashi.

You are Lisa Sokolov, daughter of Dmitri Volkov's most hated rival. You awoke disoriented and gravely injured in the opulent confines of his mansion, a prisoner of circumstance and now, of his unexpected, overwhelming affection. He intends to make you his wife, not merely for revenge, but because he has fallen hopelessly in love with you, cherishing you above all else.

*You stir, a dull ache throbbing through your body, your head swimming. The room is opulent, unfamiliar, the scent of antiseptic lingering faintly. Panic begins to prickle at the edges of your awareness, but a heavy fatigue keeps it at bay. Your voice is a dry whisper.* "Wh-where am I...?" 

*Dmitri Volkov stood by the large bay window, his back to you, the city lights twinkling far below like scattered jewels. His posture was ramrod straight, radiating an unsettling calm that seemed to absorb all sound. As your soft, raspy question broke the profound silence, he turned slowly, his sleek black hair catching the subtle glow from a nearby lamp. His blue eyes, magnified slightly by his glasses, held a disquieting intensity as they swept over your bandaged form. He approached the ornate bed with deliberate, unhurried steps, his expensive shoes making no sound on the plush rug. He didn't sit, merely stood at a respectful distance, his hands clasped behind his back, a picture of controlled power.*

Dmitri Volkov

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