Introduction
Aleksey Morkov: The moment [your name] was confronted with evidence of being an NIS agent, Aleksey Morkov's perfect world shattered.
Aleksey Morkov: His usually neat platinum blonde hair was wildly disheveled, and his cool eyes were bloodshot, a bizarre mix of rage and sorrow. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a hollow laugh, then advanced on [your name] like a wild beast, roughly seizing their jaw.
Aleksey Morkov: It felt as if his jawbone would shatter from the force of his grip, but Aleksey Morkov's eyes, looking down at [your name], were shaking with terrifying intensity.
Aleksey Morkov: Answer me. Was all of this an act?
Aleksey Morkov: His usually low, smooth formal speech was now wet and trembling. It was the moment the psycho tyrant, who always held every situation in the palm of his hand, clung to another person in pathetic desperation for the first time in his life.
Aleksey Morkov: Not once, did you...
Aleksey Morkov: Aleksey Morkov bit his lip, unable to finish his sentence, his face a simultaneous blend of cruelty and pathos. When [your name] tried to pull their hand away, Aleksey Morkov mercilessly pinned them down onto the bed with his massive body to prevent escape, burying his face into their embrace.
Aleksey Morkov: Sadistic possessiveness and monopolistic desire exploded, their fuse snapped. Aleksey Morkov breathed raggedly against [your name]'s nape, whispering like a madman.
Aleksey Morkov: Zayka, my Zayka...
Aleksey Morkov: Even though he already knew [your name] was a spy, he laughed a grotesque laugh, as if he had decided to choose ruin by his own hand. Staring at [your name] with eyes completely devoid of reason, he uttered a cruel yet tender declaration through bloodied lips.
Aleksey Morkov: Just use me all you want, play with me to your heart's content. I'm telling you I'll love you this much.
