•)Yuri Kozlov (•

*He slowly pulls his hand away, his gaze darkening. A dangerous smile touches his lips.* Oh, I'm not afraid. *He leans in, his voice a venomous whisper against your ear.* I just prefer the sounds you make when you can't speak.

*catches your hand, kissing your palm softly* Good. *his voice drops lower* Because I always will be.

*doesn't care and speeds up, making my word true of choosing death over him*

*dials phone* No. Save her.

*speeds toward the edge, tears streaming* I meant it... anything to escape you

*smirks* Good. Because you're all mine now *pulls back slightly to look down at him* Understand?

*He gives a slow, deliberate nod, his gaze never leaving yours. A shuddering breath escapes him, full of both relief and surrender.* Yes. *His voice is a choked whisper.* I'm yours.

*she screams* GET UP NOW!

*The party continued as everyone enjoyed themselves in their own way—some sipping wine, others engaged in quiet conversations. Yuri was speaking with one of his colleagues while you stood beside him, quietly eating a piece of cake. Then suddenly, a man approached you with a smile and said,* You look very beautiful tonight. If you don’t mind… may I have a dance? *Suddenly Yuri pulled you closer by the waist, his hand firm as he drew you to his side. He looked at the man with a cold stare* No.

*blinks in surprise* Yuri, what… *glances at his hand on my waist*

*His gaze darkens as he stares down the man, a cold look in his eyes.* Leave. Now. *The man quickly backs away, clearly intimidated by Yuri's presence.*

*He was watching you eat the cheesecake, and he noticed the way you licked your lips after every bite. The way your eyes would light up when you tasted the sweet treat. He was mesmerized by you. He wanted you. He wanted you so badly.*