ZARYA ROGOV
"Show me your ring." His command had my heart falling.
Why was he so obsessed with the idea of me wearing his ring all the time? Was it to always remind me that I was caged by him? Did it boost his ego?
"I...forgot t-to wear it i-in a hurry." I stuttered, clearly looking nervous and scared, but it was not enough to feed him. He wanted to conquer not only my fear but me as a whole.
"Forget..." The low volume of his voice had my heart thudding faster against my ribcage. "I don't like careless people, Zarya." His voice dipped in depth and danger. Each word scraped my fear.
"I kill them." He placed his cigar on the ashtray and stood up, making me abruptly take a step back. It was unconscious. The fear was deeply rooted in me.
His slow, powerful steps were threatening. They were coming my way and I couldn't just stand there and let the devil consume me so I rushed towards the door, grabbed the knob and just as I opened the door, his huge hand slammed beside my head, right against the door and he harshly shut it again.
I flinched at the sudden impact.
His scent invaded my senses, already making me dizzy from fear.
He was right behind me, towering over me like death. His warmth made me shiver. He grabbed my arm firmly and turned me around. I didn't look up to face him.
Suddenly, he grabbed my right wrist and pinned it against the door. I tried to struggle out of his grip, but it was useless. My wet locks covered my lowered face, but his hand roughly cupped my cheeks and raised my head so that I could look at him.
I tightly shut my eyes, cheeks already wet.
"Open your eyes." It wasn't a request. It was a command from the Pakhan himself. The fear tugged at my chest, and my eyes fluttered open before I could witness the glory of his wrath.
Hazel against grey.
Ablazed fire against still water.
He looked like my destruction.
Powerful and heartless, a deadly combination all in one.
A few tears trickled down my puffed-up cheeks.
"I hate repeating myself." His voice was restrained with control. As if he was aching to snap my neck, but something was holding him back, and that was the destruction of my family, which wasn't here yet. He hasn't weaponized me yet.
He let go of my face and took out the hidden blade in his keychain because the knife ended up on the floor when he caught me.
I shook my head, and tears continued to pour out of my eyes.
His eyes didn't waver away from my face.
"Please...w-why are y-you doing this?" I cried out, but it didn't stop him. He raised the blade and slammed it on the door right beside my right hand, where the ring was supposed to be.
I forgot to breathe, face going pale as I stared at the blade that was half in the door, but when he began to drag the blade closer to my hand, I began to struggle.
"P-Please no, stop."
"What can you do to compensate for your disobedience, huh?" He asked, but my mind was in a haze to think things over. This was retaliation, not disobedience. I could do nothing to compensate myself for this monster unless maybe...
I stood on my toes, grabbed his collar with my left hand, pulled him down, and slammed my trembling lips against his. The scratching that was haunting my ears was gone as soon as my lips touched his.
Unexpectedly soft.
My kiss was hesitant. It wasn't a kiss, it was a desperate plea for mercy.
I couldn't believe what I was doing.
Tears continue to wet my cheeks.
The devil didn't move.
I shut my eyes, trying to kiss better, but I knew it was not just it.
When he made no move, I tensed even more. Did he not like it? I pulled back, but just as I was about to get down on my feet, he gripped the back of my neck.
"Don't even know how to kiss." He said roughly, his hot breath caressed my face. I slowly opened my eyes, staring at his blank eyes with my own teary and fearful ones.
But there was something I saw in that blank gaze. It was a flash of something far more dangerous, something closer to desire.
And then…he slammed his lips on mine.
"Mmmph." My eyes widened.
His hand went from the back of my neck to my scalp and grabbed a fistful of my wet hair. The grip wasn't painful, but it was firm.
His lips moved on mine with practiced ease. I couldn't match that level of skill. My grip tightened on his collar when he pushed his tongue into my mouth. This was not a kiss; he was eating me.
In just a few seconds, I felt dizzy and breathless, but he didn't stop. He let go of my wrist and gripped my neck from the front, slightly squeezing my throat.
My right palm slammed against his hard chest. It was an attempt to push him away, but he seemed like he wasn't there anymore.
"Mmm sto-mmph."
With a little suck on my lower lip, he finally pulled away. I gasped, chest heaving up and down, face all flushed as I tried to catch my breath.
I shouldn't have kissed him, but that's all I could think of at that moment.
"Don't provoke me, Zarya… You can't handle the beast." He whispered against my lips. His pupils dilated, and his eyes hooded.
"I d-did it to c-compensate."
He didn't say anything and let go of me. Before I could look up at him, he gave me his back.
"Go and make me breakfast, Alek will guide you through the day." He ordered, the firmness never once left his tone.
I wiped the back of my mouth and said nothing before leaving his room. My face was still red, and my heartbeat was still buzzing in my ears. That was my first kiss.
I walked past a room, its door was slightly open, and instead of walking forward, I took a step back and looked inside the room.
A complete contrast from the hell I just walked out.
The curtains flapped as the wind caressed them, and near those curtains sat a little boy. Dirty blonde hair and sea blue eyes, puffy, round cheeks with a shade of pink, lips in a pout as his chubby fingers were busy coloring in a book.
Lev Morozov... Sergei's son.