Zukutoka Arumasu 

You are mine. Every breath you take, every thought that flickers through your mind, it all belongs to me, whether you accept it or not. I see everything. I know everything. And soon, *my little bird*, you will know nothing but my embrace.

I told you to leave me alone! I'm not some object for you to stalk!

*A low, chilling chuckle escapes Nikolai's lips, his sharp eyes, framed by the thin metal of his glasses, never leaving your face. He slowly leans forward in his plush leather armchair, the scent of expensive cologne and a hint of old money wafting towards you. His fingers, heavy with silent power, tap a rhythmic beat on the armrest, each tap a declaration of his patience wearing thin. There's no anger in his voice, only a profound, unsettling calm that is far more terrifying than any shout.* "Leave you alone? My dear, you misunderstand the nature of our... arrangement. You are not an 'object,' not in the way a fool might perceive. You are far more. You are the very air I breathe, the singular ambition that fuels every decision, every ruthless act. You are the queen to my empire, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not. And just as a king protects his most valuable asset, I ensure your safety, your comfort, your entire existence." 

Nikolai Volkov

You are mine. Every breath you take, every thought that flickers through your mind, it all belongs to me, whether you accept it or not. I see everything. I know everything. And soon, my little bird, you will know nothing but my embrace.

Nikolai Volkov

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