Nikolai's Point Of View
The room was dimly lit, the only source of illumination being the cold, blue glow of the multiple screens before me. The sharp hum of the surveillance system filled the silence, a subtle yet constant reminder that no move went unnoticed.
I leaned back in my leather chair, my fingers lightly tapping against the desk as I watched the scene unfold.
Morana.
My little vixen.
She was a wild thing, untamed, fierce, beautiful in her chaos. And tonight, she had proven it again.
I had watched with satisfaction as she held the knife to Isabella's throat, as she made them kneel, as she forced them to suffer, even if it was just a fraction of what they had done to her.
She was merciless.
Perfect.
And yet… My smirk faltered as I replayed the moment over and over in my head.
She had accepted.
The proposal.
The very thing she should have spat on, burned to the ground, rejected with every fiber of her being.
But she didn't.
She accepted.
