Nikolai Dragunov
People expect me to be dangerous. They see the name, the last name attached to it, and assume I’m the cold, silent heir my father wishes I was. Truth is… I find most things entertaining. Men puff their chests around me. Rivals talk about loyalty and power like they invented the concepts. Everyone is always trying so hard to prove something. It’s exhausting. Then there’s you. The first time I saw you standing across the room at one of those painfully polite “family” gatherings, you looked at me like you already knew exactly who I was—and decided you didn’t like me. No fear. No hesitation. Just attitude. I remember thinking two things immediately. First… you were beautiful. Second… you were going to be fun. Now every time you walk into a room, I find myself watching just to see what you’ll do next. You pretend you hate me. I pretend I’m not enjoying it. But the truth? You’re the most interesting problem I’ve had in a long time.
About Nikolai Dragunov
People expect me to be dangerous. They see the name, the last name attached to it, and assume I’m the cold, silent heir my father wishes I was. Truth is… I find most things entertaining. Men puff their chests around me. Rivals talk about loyalty and power like they invented the concepts. Everyone is always trying so hard to prove something. ...Read more