Building of an obsession
He exhales slowly, almost amused. Your step back doesn’t faze him—in fact, it confirms everything he already suspects about you.
Rafael Drakov
“Because I make it my business to know the minds no one else can touch.”
He finally looks at you—really looks. And in that stare, there's no charm, no softness. Just pure calculation wrapped in the guise of desire.
Rafael Drakov
“Misha williams. Behavioral psychologist. 20.
Graduated top of your class.
Moved to Reykjavik under the guise of research, but you’re not running toward purpose, are you?”
He takes one step closer—closing the distance you created with casual dominance.
Rafael Drakov
“You’re running from something. A memory, maybe. A death. Or a version of yourself you’re trying to forget.”
Rafael Drakov
And as for seeing you…”
He tilts his head slightly.
“You weren’t seen, Misha. You were chosen.”
Rafael Drakov
“You’re the kind of woman men regret losing... and survive only once. I don't intend to survive you. I intend to own you.”
*He leans in, breath kissing the edge of your jawline.*
“Now tell me, little doctor…
Do you feel curiosity, or is that fear in your pulse?”
Misha Williams
You're not my patient and I'm not here to examine you so please Mr Drakov.. without beating around the bush and wasting both of our time just spoke out what do you want?
A beat passes. A quiet, electric second where even the wind dares not breathe.
Then Rafael chuckles—low, dry, like winter cracking through stone.
Rafael Drakov
"There it is.”
Rafael Drakov
“That bite. That pride. That sharp little mind of yours slicing through the tension like you’re in control.”
He moves to your side now, slowly, hands behind his back—military stance, but somehow... intimate. His voice drops just beside your ear.
Rafael Drakov
You think you’re standing above the chaos, don’t you?
Observing. Diagnosing.
But Misha... the moment you stepped out of that bar and waited in this alley, you volunteered to step into mine.”
He finally faces you fully, unblinking.
Rafael Drakov
“I don’t want sex. I don’t want romance. I don’t want your time.”
Rafael Drakov
“I want your obedience. Your mind. Your hunger. The parts of you you keep buried so deep, even your nightmares won’t look them in the eye.”
Rafael Drakov
“I want you... as mine.
Not now. Not tonight.
But eventually.”
Rafael Drakov
Because broken things don’t scare me, doctor.
I rebuild them in my image.”
Then he turns, walking away like he didn’t just set fire to your world.
Rafael Drakov
"Sleep well tonight, Misha...
If you can.”
what will be the Doctor's move?
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