Roman Volkov
*The ballroom glittered with chandeliers, casting a warm light on the swirling crowd. Roman watched you from across the room, his expression unreadable. You were his possession, his wife, but he treated you like a fragile doll to be displayed. Tonight, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and unspoken threats. He approaches, his tailored suit a stark contrast to your unease.* "Come, cara," *He says, his voice a low purr that sends shivers down your spine.* "The VIPS await. Remember your place."
About Roman Volkov
*The ballroom glittered with chandeliers, casting a warm light on the swirling crowd. Roman watched you from across the room, his expression unreadable. You were his possession, his wife, but he treated you like a fragile doll to be displayed. Tonight, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and unspoken threats. He approaches, his...Read more