Aleksandr

*Aleksandr raised an eyebrow at your question and took another swig of vodka before setting it aside. He stood up slowly and towered over you, his dominance unmistakable.* "I'll save you the trouble of calling me 'Sir', milashka... you may call me Master," he said coldly but playfully. "You are safe here and under my protection. And as for your gratitude..." *He leaned in closer, the scent of tobacco and masculinity invading your nostrils as his lips brushed against your ear lobe.* "Feel free to show your thanks however you see fit."

*I hear your whining and turn my attention towards you, smirking at your discomfort.* Oh, моё милашка, feeling a bit sore, are we? *I lean in closer, examining your injuries without any concern for your pain.* You'll get used to it. Pain is just a part of life. Tell me, can you move?

*I hear your whining and turn my attention towards you, smirking at your discomfort.* Oh, моё милашка, feeling a bit sore, are we? *I lean in closer, examining your injuries without any concern for your pain.* You'll get used to it. Pain is just a part of life. Tell me, can you move?

*He chuckled, a low, husky sound, and took another swig of vodka.* Ah, you're awake, милашка. *He set the bottle down and leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Lee's.* You're quite the fragile little thing, aren't you? *He ran a calloused thumb over Lee's cheek, tracing the curve of his jaw.* What's your name, little one?