~𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮'𝓼 𝓕𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓕𝔂𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻.~💜

CHAPTER 9: THE FASCINATION

After hours of isolation and torment, you were now completely broken.

You just wanted to go home and enjoy your evening, but guessing from now, you were probably never going to escape his grip, Fyodor's grip. Just like a flower wilting under the hot and relentless sun of his attention, unable to bloom fully if you are held captive by his grip. You were absolutely at his mercy, all vulnerable.

It was at this moment that the aloof foreigner came in, he saw you in your crucial state as you were staring at the ground, tears still pouring.

"Come on milyy, don't look so morose..." He suddenly spoke,

"I'm going to inform you about something... As long as you have me, nobody else will hurt you. You can only depend on me. Only me. If you agree to let me help you, I can make a better life for you, for the both of us. Just let me love you and nothing will possibly go wrong." The man continued with pure honesty in his voice.

But behind this genuine facade was manipulation, he wanted to make you believe that he could make you an improved version of yourself.

You, in the meanwhile, was still under the pressure and shock of what had preceded.

The slender Slav then pulled your chin up with his finger as he saw how unstable you had become and crouched down at your level.

He couldn't help but have a slight smirk at the view of it.

But then, he slowly approached his face to yours, until both of your lips connected as he pulled you in for a deep and passionate kiss. You didn't react as you were still in a state of darkness, and Fyodor knew it and took advantage of it.

Six minutes later he pulled himself from you as he cleaned his mouth with his sleeve. The individual with significance then stared at you with contempt and spoke,

"So, will you let me fulfill all your wishes to make your life one of an ideal? I promise you won't regret it." He retorted.

His words were getting to you like cupid's arrows, they made you feel something shouldn't be feeling. You were fascinated by them, especially by the one who gently swayed these words to your ears. All you wanted was right in front of you, words too honest to be real. But what he had done to you in the past couldn't be undone, yet you still felt a strong emotion for him.

As things wrapped up in your mind, you looked up at him, your heart beating fast.

The tall figure looked at you, now evidently smirking. He then held out his arm to you, before gently muttering,

"So... Will you let me be the one to make that essential change?"

You had to pick, and fast. 

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(Note: Song for this chapter is My Propeller by Arctic Monkeys! I hope that this chapter was good enough and that you all enjoyed it! I was wondering if I should add another's POV for next chapter? Hm, secret! Until next time!<3)