My Friend's Father. Erasing Boundaries

“Milana?” His voice catches me harder than any touch.

He stands in front of me—tall, confident, painfully familiar. The same man with whom I spent that night. The one I ran from. The one who became my first.

And now he is the father of my new friend.

“Daniil Sergeyevich,” I force out, trying to keep my voice from trembling.

“We already know each other,” he smirks—his gaze burns straight through me.

And I immediately understand that he has no intention of letting me go.

“You think you’ll run again?” His words sound quietly, but there’s a promise hidden inside them.

“No, girl. Now you’re my game.”

And I know—he will do everything to get me back. Again and again. Until I finally break.

From this moment on, every step I take, every look, every breath—under his control.