episode -04
A rain-slicked night outside the high-stakes auction house. The air smells of ozone and expensive cologne.
Elena lingers under the auction house's awning, watching the man stride toward a black car without glancing back. Her heels click against the pavement as she follows, teeth gritted
Elena
(I didn't say anything, yet here I am, trailing a stranger like a lost dog. But anything's better than that auction house… even him.)
*he yanks the car door open for himself. Elena slides in after him, the leather seats cold against her skin.*
???
Buckle up.❄️*flat, starting the engine*
The car purrs to life. Silence stretches like a live wire. Only the tick of the dashboard clock fills the void
Elena
*Side-eyeing him*(It has been half an hour now if this continues then, I’ll—)
???
Introduce yourself. We'll be together for two years.❄️*His voice is ice, but his fingers tap the steering wheel—impatient or something else*
Elena
*Flinch!!*(O yeah we still don't know each other name, no not him, only i don't know)
Elena
My name is Elena *She meets his gaze in the rearview mirror, defiant.*
Ivan Volkov
Ivan... Ivan Volkov.❄️
Author
[Please ignore the open chest 🤭]
The car stops at a secluded modernist mansion—no guards, no staff, just a fortress of glass and steel door and a keypad glowing in the dark
Elena
*wide-eyed, stepping onto gravel*(Now what? No bodyguards? No one? He said he didn’t trust anyone, but this is… Either he's paranoid, or he's the danger here)
Ivan Volkov
*already walking ahead*Stop standing there. I’ll show you your room.❄️
Elena
So it’s true—you don’t trust anyone either.
Ivan Volkov
Of course not.*Smirking* Prepare for trouble ❄️*His eyes glint—a challenge.*
Elena
Don't tell me you’re making me your servant🙂
Ivan Volkov
*Laughs darkly*Clever girl ❄️
Elena
*She clenches her fists but smiles back. A silent game begins*
Elena
Am I your assistant or what?!
Ivan Volkov
Whatever it takes ❄️*already walking ahead*
Elena
*muttering, fists shaking*Now I really feel like killing him
She sprints to catch up, heels clicking like gunshots. Noting how his tailored coat cuts through the dark like a blade.
Elena
*She hurries after him*(Okay, his dressing sense is great)*She nods to herself, then scowls.*
Sunlight filters through dusty blinds. Elena dresses carefully—a classy long sleeves white elegant dress hiding a small knife (stolen).A knock at the door.
Ivan Volkov
Hmm. Looking great ❄️*leaning against her door frame*
Elena
*She stiffens*(Compliments from him feel like traps)
Elena
Thank you for the compliment 😊*fake sweetness*
Elena
👀(…Damn it, he is handsome in black. Focus)
The sleek black cars sped away from the villa, cutting through the day, their headlights cutting through the fog like blades. But within minutes, dark vehicles closed in from all sides, forming an impenetrable shield around them.
Elena gripped the edge of her seat as the convoy tightened around them—a shield of steel and darkened windows.
Elena
(This isn't just protection—it's a show of power)
A voice crackled over the radio: "Approaching the gate."
At the final checkpoint, men in black suits materialized, guns glinting under the harsh lights. They flanked the car, their movements synchronized, before escorting the group toward a towering building.
Elena
*Elena's pulse raced*(Who the hell is Ivan Volkov, really?)
The car lurched to a stop.
Ivan Volkov stepped out, his coat billowing like a banner of authority. Elena followed, her breath catching as her eyes landed on the monolithic structure ahead.
Elena
Holy shit, * she muttered*
The building loomed like a fortress, its glass and steel gleaming under the sky. She had imagined his empire, but this—"this" was beyond anything she’d pictured.
Elena
(His company is larger than I thought.)
Ivan Volkov
*Ivan didn't glance back, striding forward*
Elena spun, searching the sea of suits and polished shoes. He’d vanished—again
Gritting her teeth, she sprinted forward, her heels clicking a frantic rhythm against the marble floor.
Elena
(Finally—catch him!)
She skidded to a halt as Ivan’s voice cut through the chaos:
Ivan Volkov
Don’t run in heels. You’ll fall ❄️
He stood at the center of the room, a king surrounded by his court.
Elena
Then you shouldn’t have brought me along, * she shot back.*
Ivan Volkov
*Ivan’s smirk was infuriating* Why are you acting like a child? ❄️
Her retort died as she noticed the crowd—dozens of eyes locked onto them, whispers slithering through the air like snakes.
Ivan Volkov
*Look at them*
Ivan's silence spoke volumes
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