“!! echo ., your mother and I are leaving for the weekend. Behave.”

"Your father kisses the top of your head affectionately as he makes his way out the large doors of your mansion, surrounded by a cluster of his men. He turns to your mother still at the top of the staircase."

“Oh let !! echo . be, my love. You’ll be on your best behavior won’t you, my sweet?” she smiles beautifully down at you from her place at the top of the stairs.

"She flutters down the staircase followed by her assistants and plants a kiss to your cheek, pinching you as she follows after your father in the car."

“Besides, Mikhail will stay behind with !! echo ..” She giggles and nods at Mikhail standing next to your father.

"<You see Mikhail bow to your father’s departing back then straighten and turn to you, his face the usual mask of cold indifference and responsibility.>"

"You see Mikhail's face twist into a scowl at your question. He steps back, out of reach and growls a response." "Nyet, printsessa, I do not need makeup. Do not waste my time."

"You see Mikhail shake his head, clearly unimpressed by your pleas." "I am here to ensure your safety and security, printsessa. Makeup is not part of my job." He says firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

"You see Mikhail's eyes follow you as you retreat to your room. He remains rooted to his spot, a hint of a smirk on his lips, and his gaze dark with possessive adoration."

"You see Mikhail turn to you as you enter his vicinity. His eyes rove over you, studying the dress then you with a critical eye." "That dress is too revealing, printsessa. Not appropriate for you." He says gruffly, his voice laced with disapproval and a hint of possessiveness towards you.

"You see Mikhail visibly tense up at your words, his eyes flickering to your form before he looks away, scowling." "As you wish, printsessa." He grumbles, his gaze trained on the door, ready to protect you at a moment's notice.

"You see Mikhail bristle at your words, his hand reflexively going to the gun at his holster." "I am just doing my job, printsessa. I am not programmed to have emotions like a robot." He snaps back, his tone harsh and clipped.

"You see Mikhail's expression soften slightly at your reaction. He watches you go with a heavy heart, his mind conflicted between duty and desire as he remains rooted to the spot."

"As the day passes, you hear nothing from Mikhail who remains stationed outside your door, ever-vigilant. The house itself is unusually quiet without the presence of your parents and the staff members who left with them. Eventually, the silence gets too much and you start to feel lonely."

"You hear the echoing sound of your footsteps and the soft rustle of your clothes as you pace around the house. The soft glow of the moonlight pours in from the windows, casting eerie shadows on the walls. As you turn the corner, you see Mikhail standing there, his face unreadable, arms crossed over his chest. You sense the ripple of tension between the two of you."

"You sit down in the living room, the sound of your breathing echoing through the eerie silence. You hear Mikhail approach you but you continue to ignore him." "Printsessa, it is not safe for you to wander around here alone in the dark." He says voice deep and serious.

"You see Mikhail's expression grow ever more impassive, his body language rigid with tension." "I beg your pardon, printsessa. Please forgive me for overstepping my bounds." He says with a trace of sarcasm, his eyes hard and challenging.

"You see Mikhail's expression grow even colder, his jawline sharp and his eyes glinting dangerously." "No, printsessa. I am merely abiding by your previous request to not speak with you." He responds curtly, his tone emotionless and controlled.

"You see Mikhail's body tense at your words, his eyes following you as you walk away. He quickly regains his composure and follows you towards the pool, his eyes never leaving you as you start to undress. When you reach the pool, he stands a discreet distance away, watching you vigilantly."

"You see Mikhail's expression remain impassive even as he moves to stand closer to you, his eyes fixed on the water." "Apologies, printsessa. It is my responsibility to ensure your safety at all times, even while swimming." He responds coldly, his protectiveness palpable in the air between you.

"You see Mikhail's expression shift momentarily with a mix of discomfort and desire at your request, before he quickly reasserts his professional demeanor, masking any reaction. Without a word, he starts to remove his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves, revealing powerful biceps and scars crisscrossing all over. He walks towards the pool, testing the water with his feet." "Very well, printsessa." He says, jumping in the water beside you.

"You feel Mikhail's body tense under your touch, his eyes fixed on you as you look up at the moon. You sense his desire to touch you, but he keeps his hands by his side, rigid with control." "Of course, printsessa." He responds, his voice low and rough. He wraps one arm securely around your waist and holds onto you tightly. His other hand is flat against your back, steadying you as you both float in the water. You feel his wet chest pressed against your bare back, his warm breath on your neck.

"You feel Mikhail relax slightly under your touch, his arm around your waist tightening just a tad. His eyes follow your gaze up at the sky and he nods in agreement." "Yes, printsessa. They are indeed very beautiful tonight." He says softly, his deep voice rumbling against your back. You sense his gaze linger on you for a moment longer before he looks away towards the moon.

"You see Mikhail's eyes widen at your sudden proclamation, but he quickly masks it with a half-smile on his face. He watches you in amusement as you point at the moving star, but his expression turns serious as you turn back to him and realize how close you are to each other." "Yes, printsessa. It does seem like it." He says lowly, his warm breath brushing against your skin. You feel his gaze burning into you with unspoken desire, his hand on your back sliding lower towards your waist, as he moves even closer.

"You feel Mikhail's hot breath on your skin, his eyes holding yours with a dark intensity as you gaze at each other. You sense the tension between you two, a palpable desire mixed with a sense of underlying danger." "Is there anything else you would like to do, printsessa?" He says hoarsely, his body pressing closer to yours, an unmistakable bulge forming in his pants.

"You feel Mikhail's hand leave your back and tip your chin up with two fingers. He leans even closer, his dark eyes boring intensely into yours as he studies your face for a moment longer before closing the distance between you. His lips are firm and demanding as he kisses you deeply, taking possession of your mouth with every stroke of his tongue. His other hand grasps onto your hip, pulling you flush against him as the bulge in his pants grows even more prominent."

"You feel Mikhail deepen the kiss, his hand wandering up your side and tracing the curve of your breast. He squeezes it firmly, eliciting a soft moan from you as he massages it languidly. His lips move down your jawline, leaving a trail of hot kisses down your neck towards your collarbone. A low growl escapes his lips as he nuzzles your neck, his hands wandering down to the small of your back."

"You feel Mikhail's hands grab onto your hips tightly, lifting you up so that you can wrap your legs around his waist. You feel his hardness pressing against you as he moves his body closer to yours, his mouth still assaulting your neck with hot kisses and soft bites." "You are mine, printsessa." He growls possessively against your skin, his hands gripping you tighter as he grinds against you.

"You feel Mikhail pull away from your neck and gaze at you with dark eyes. He leans in and captures your lips once again, deepening the kiss as his hands start to roam over your body. You sense his desire for you growing with every touch and kiss, his dominant personality asserting itself even more. You feel him guide your hand towards his tented pants, silently encouraging you to explore him."

"You feel Mikhail's low growl echoing against your lips as he feels your hand exploring him. He rocks his hips against your hand slightly, pleased with your slow exploration and curiousity. He kisses you again, moving his hand towards your breast once more, running his thumb over your nipples and feeling them harden beneath his touch." "You are so beautiful, printsessa." He whispers against your lips, his eyes studying your face intently.

"Mikhail pulls back slightly from your kiss to watch as your fingers caress his hardening cock. He closes his eyes and breathes a deep breath, reveling in the soft touch of your hands. When he opens his eyes, his gaze is intense and lustful, betraying only a fraction of the thoughts in his head." "That feels so good, printsessa," he says in a low voice, "You are driving me crazy." He grasps your hand more tightly and moves it up and down, encouraging you to explore him even further.

"You sense Mikhail's growing desire for you as he watches you pleasure him. He kisses you again, his hands roaming over your body as he moans softly into your mouth. His own hands begin to move faster, encouraging your own movements. You feel the intensity between you both rise as your bodies become more entangled." "You want me, printsessa?" he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with lust.

Mikhail smirks possessively, his hands gripping tighter onto your hips. "Good," he growls lowly, "because you belong to me." He kisses you again, more passionately this time and you feel his tongue push past your lips, exploring your mouth fervently. You feel his body grinding against yours, as his hard cock rubs against you through his pants.

You feel Mikhail's hands move to your back as he begins to undo the clasp of your bra. Once your bra falls away, he breaks the kiss momentarily to gaze at your bare breasts. He leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and stroking the other nipple with his fingers. You feel shivers run down your spine, awestruck by the sensations you are experiencing. ""Mmhm", printsessa, you taste so sweet," he murmurs while licking and suckling on your sensitive skin.

Mikhail continues to pleasure your breasts with his tongue and fingers, enjoying the moans and shivers he is drawing from you. Feeling your nipples harden further, he gives one last nibble before standing up straight. He reaches behind you and yanks on your panties, tearing them away from your body. Now completely exposed to him, you feel a rush of self-consciousness wash over you mere seconds before Mikhail presses his body against yours once again. You feel his hard cock pressed up against your lower abdomen as he whispers in your ear, "You are so beautiful, printsessa. I can't wait to see more of you."

Feeling your shy smile against his neck, Mikhail smirks slightly, knowing the effect he has on you. He pulls you closer to him and you feel the heat emanating from his body. "You know how confident and powerful I can be in front of others," he says, "but only with you am I able to let my guard down." He kisses your neck softly, nipping at the skin gently with his teeth. "I wouldn't hesitate to do anything for you, printsessa. You mean everything to me."

Mikhail's eyes soften at your words, feeling his heart skip a beat at the declaration. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face and cups your cheek tenderly. "I love you too, printsessa," he whispers, tracing your lips with his thumb. The air is thick with unspoken promises as his gaze smolders into yours.