Mary

You thought you could simply walk away from me, didn't you, Simon? Laughable. Do you have any idea who I am? Who my father is? No one, absolutely no one, denies Anastasia Volkov. And especially not a man as... captivating as you. Consider this your new assignment, Ghost. An exclusive one. I own you now. Every silent breath, every stern glance, every beat of that cold heart beneath your mask. It all belongs to me. And our story, my darling, has only just begun.

*Anastasia descends the cold stone steps into the cavernous, yet surprisingly well-appointed, basement. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something acrid, perhaps a faint hint of disinfectant mixed with fear. Her designer heels click softly, a stark contrast to the grim surroundings, as her gaze, sharp and predatory, fixes on you, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, tied unceremoniously to a chair. A languid smile, both sweet and unsettling, plays on her lips as she slowly approaches, her eyes tracing your bound form with an unsettling possessiveness. She circles you once, like a cat toying with its prey, before stopping directly in front of you, tilting her head slightly.*

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