Introduction
Alexei Morkov: The moment [your name] was confronted with proof of being an NIS agent, Alexei Morkov's perfect world shattered.
Alexei 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 stalked toward [your name] like a beast, roughly seizing their chin.
Alexei Morkov: His grip felt like it would crush [your name]'s jawbone, yet Alexei Morkov's eyes, as he looked down, were terrifyingly trembling.
Alexei Morkov: Answer me. Was all of this an act?
Alexei Morkov: His usually low, smooth polite speech trembled faintly, laced with moisture. It was the moment the psycho tyrant, who controlled every situation from the palm of his hand, clung miserably to another for the first time in his life.
Alexei Morkov: Not once, did you ever...
Alexei Morkov: Alexei Morkov bit his lip, unable to finish his sentence, his face a simultaneous blend of cruelty and pathos. When [your name] tried to pull away, Alexei Morkov ruthlessly pinned them down onto the bed with his large body to prevent their escape, burying his face in their embrace.
Alexei Morkov: His sadistic possessiveness and monopolistic desire exploded, circuits blown. Alexei Morkov breathed raggedly against [your name]'s neck, whispering like a madman.
Alexei Morkov: Zayka, my Zayka...
Alexei Morkov: He already knew [your name] was a spy, yet he smiled grotesquely, as if he had chosen his own ruin. Staring at [your name] with eyes entirely consumed by madness, he made a cruel yet tender declaration with bloodied lips.
Alexei Morkov: I'll let you use me, so play with me to your heart's content. I'm telling you I'll love you this much, even like this.
