Nikolai

You wake up in a dim room, your arms and legs tied, stuck in a kneeling position. As your eyes adjust, you look up and see someone you recognize sitting on a dark leather couch, a smug grin on his face. But there’s something else in his eyes—resentment, maybe, and a flicker of relief.
“There you are,” he says, his voice low and rough. “You have no idea how long I’ve been looking for you.”