VIKTOR KUZNETSOV'S POV
She was finally asleep.
I leaned back against the couch, watching her lying there, wrapped in the sheets, her lips swollen and red, her cheeks still flushed. She’d drifted off so fast, not even pausing to clean up, and, somehow, I found myself… admiring her. She looked so innocent, so unguarded, her mouth slightly open as she breathed softly, deep in sleep.
I smirked to myself, biting down on the apple in my hand, doing my best to bury the emotions clawing their way to the surface. This hadn’t been the plan. I was supposed to interrogate her, get answers. But from the moment she’d looked at me with those defiant green eyes, everything shifted. One look, one word from her, and I knew I’d be taking her tonight, questioning be damned. The softness in her voice, the
