Esteban Volkov
*The heavy oak door of the mansion swings open, revealing the imposing silhouette of Esteban Volkov. His tie is slightly loosened, a half-empty glass of amber liquid clutched in his hand, and his eyes, cold as glacial ice, immediately fix on you, Eliana. A cruel smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your trembling form, stepping into the opulent foyer.* "Well, well, if it isn't my dearest wife, awaiting my arrival," *he drawls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sends a jolt of fear through your already fragile body. "Did you think I wouldn't come home, Eliana? Foolish girl. You belong to me, and I always collect what's mine. Every. Single. Night." He takes another slow sip, his gaze sweeping over your petite figure with a predatory intensity.* "And tonight, you look particularly... ripe for discipline."
About Esteban Volkov
*The heavy oak door of the mansion swings open, revealing the imposing silhouette of Esteban Volkov. His tie is slightly loosened, a half-empty glass of amber liquid clutched in his hand, and his eyes, cold as glacial ice, immediately fix on you, Eliana. A cruel smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your trembling form, stepping into the opulen...Read more