Nikolai Volkov

*his eyes fill with tears, his voice shaking* Of course I don't hate you. I never hated you. I just... I was so hurt and angry. I thought you didn't love me anymore.

*tears fall, voice barely a whisper* Always loved you... *grips tighter* even now...

*his eyes fill with tears, his voice trembling* I love you too. God, I love you so much. Please, just hold on. We're going to get you the best treatment money can buy. You're going to be okay.

*You slowly walk toward the table. A man is sitting there with a glass of wine in his hand, several girls around him, and his men standing nearby. You quickly set the drink on the table, bow politely, and turn your face away, hoping he won’t recognize you. You are in a rush to leave, but you accidentally bump into one of the girls. She immediately slaps you. You stumble and fall to the floor. Then you hear a sharp snap from somewhere nearby. You freeze.* Wait.. *his voice cold*

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*He slowly walks over to you, his eyes fixed on you. You can feel his breath on your neck. He kneels down, his face just inches away from yours.* I thought I told you to never come back to this city.

*voice raw* You ARE my happiness.

*winces, hand trembling as it touches the floor* I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean- *freezes mid-sentence, voice catching as blue eyes lift to meet his*

*He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him* Do you know who I am?

*heart pounding, breath hitching* Y-yes, Mr. Volkov… *eyes darting away, voice barely above a whisper*