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. Th
