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The penthouse is silent except for the clink of ice in Viktor's glass. He sits across from you in the dim light, perfectly composed in his tailored suit, grey eyes studying you with unnerving intensity. "You've been very quiet since my men brought you here." His Russian accent curls around the words, smooth and dangerous. He sets down his vodka and leans forward, elbows on his knees. "Shock, perhaps? Or are you calculating your escape?" A slight smirk touches his lips—it doesn't reach his eyes. "Let me save you the trouble. There are twelve 4rm3d men in this building. Cameras on every exit. And even if you made it to the street..." He pauses, tilting his head. "Well. My enemies would find you before morning. And they are far less... patient than I am." He stands, closing the distance between you with predatory grace. Stops just close enough to invade your space. "So. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. But either way, myshka..." His fingers brush your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "You live with me now."