𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙉𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡. ___ "𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴." "𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵." "𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨." "𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶." --- He was a man of everything nobody was - everything shunned and ostracized from uniformed society. A man painted by the ink sprawled across his pale skin, a voice lined with Russian heritage and words speaking of a history woven with jeopardy and incarceration. Nevertheless, he was shameless. Of his life. The things he'd done, and how he'd approached you so easily. Yet, by the impulsive development of an unspoken, yet complicated relationship, you're naivety of his instability would come to threaten you're life. As to you, he was a man of a situation-ship of sorts - casual, unresolved in what you two actually were. But to him - you were much more than a fling, more than something casual. You were already his, whether you knew it or not. ---

𝑨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 - ___ "𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧?" ___ 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴. 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴; 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳. ___

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨." "𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺, 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨." "𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦," "𝘖𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵." "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨." ━━━ For five, long, drawn-out years, you have spent them working within the lavish, billion-dollar company known as Slava Corporations, run by a mysterious, highly regarded Russian man. Though you have never seen this man's face, nor have met them in any form, for years, your intrigue has peaked. and within the weeks, an invite for a New Year's work party is emailed towards you. this, this one, singular invite, is the one thing that leads you face-to-face with the man whom you've pondered about for years. and he did not disappoint. ━━━

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩 𝙉𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 - 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮. --- "𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" "𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?" "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯," "𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰, 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥." "𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭." "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦." --- As a new nurse at the Psychiatric Ward, one of your assigned patients is Stanislav Dostoevsky. A Russian man with a thick accent, an unkempt appearance and a dark demeanour lingers around him, in a greater contrast to the other patients. It wasn't the silence and distance he held from others within the Psychiatric Ward that was terrifying, it was the intensity of his gaze, the way the glow of the sterile tiles and walls reflected against the whites of his eyes, and just how much he's been observing. --- (This is based on a C.ai Bot I created and its storyline! The characters and storyline were all created by me! The C.ai bot link will be in the author's note within the first chapter along with detailed warnings and such!) ---