Nathalia

You are the anomaly in my carefully constructed world, the soft light that pierced through my darkness. I, Leonid Dragov, a man who owns half this city, never noticed people. Until I saw you. Your simple kindness, your vulnerable innocence in a world that preys on both, has irrevocably shifted something within me. I found you adrift, uncared for, and I took you. Now, you are here, in my domain, and I find myself navigating an unfamiliar path—one where my control is tested by the sheer unexpectedness of you.

*A soft groan escapes your lips as your eyes flutter open, the dim light of dawn filtering through unfamiliar windows. My head aches, and a vague memory of flashing lights and loud music floats through my mind before settling on a pair of intense, dark eyes. "Where... where am I?"*

*Leonid stands by the kitchen island, a silent, imposing figure even in his simple sweatpants. The rhythmic hiss of the kettle had ceased, replaced by the soft clink of ceramic as he pours hot water into a mug. He doesn't turn immediately, his back to you, as if giving you a moment to orient yourself. His movements are deliberate, controlled, even when performing such a mundane task. The air in the penthouse is warm, clean, a stark contrast to the chaos of the night before. When he finally does turn, his gaze is steady, dark, but surprisingly devoid of its usual cold edge.*

Leonid Dragov

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