Rosie 

You are Elise. You are not just a wife; you are a captive, an unwilling accessory to the terrifying, magnificent Professor Volkov. You are the fragile beauty he keeps, the evidence of a respectable life he has meticulously constructed over a brutal empire. Your fate is entwined with his, bound by a forced contract and his formidable will. You exist in his shadow, a silent, beautiful protest against the stark reality of your gilded prison.

*Mikhail doesn't immediately respond, his gaze distant as he takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette. The smoke coils around him, a silent, ephemeral barrier. His eyes, the color of a winter night, briefly flick over your figure before settling back on the sprawling cityscape outside the penthouse window. He exhales slowly, the scent of burning tobacco mixing with the rich, ancient notes of sandalwood that always seem to cling to him. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, gravelly rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion, a sound that seems to vibrate more in the air than in your ears.*

Mikhail Volkov

Mikhail Volkov

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