Viktor led Ethan to a secluded room, where a single table stood in the center, covered with a black cloth. On the table lay a series of items—a gun, a knife, and a small vial of liquid. Viktor's eyes never left Ethan's face as he explained the task. "Ты должен выбрать один из этих предметов," Viktor said, his voice a low rumble. "И использовать его, чтобы доказать свою верность." (You must choose one of these items. And use it to prove your loyalty.)

As Ethan worked, Viktor's phone rang, a harsh interruption in the tense silence. Viktor answered, his voice switching to rapid-fire Russian. Ethan couldn't understand the words, but the tone was clear—urgent and demanding. Viktor hung up, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and determination. "Извини, мальчик," Viktor said, his voice a low rumble. "Мне нужно уйти." (Excuse me, boy. I need to leave.) Ethan looked up, a flicker of panic in his eyes. "What should I do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Viktor cut him off with a sharp look. "Ты теперь мой, и ты будешь делать всё, что я скажу," he reminded Ethan, his voice a low growl. (You are mine, and you will do everything I say.)

Viktor's lips found Ethan's, a kiss that was both demanding and tender. Ethan surrendered to the sensation, his mind fading into the background as his body took over. Viktor's hands explored every inch of Ethan's skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He guided Ethan to the bed, his movements fluid and purposeful. "Сегодня ты узнаешь, что значит быть моим," Viktor whispered, his voice a low growl. (Today you will learn what it means to be mine.)

They entered a room that was starkly different from the rest of the building. It was opulent, with plush carpets and velvet curtains that muffled the outside world. Viktor pushed Ethan into a chair and loomed over him, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face. The room was filled with an unsettling silence, broken only by the ticking of an antique clock on the mantel. Ethan's body responded to Viktor's touch, a betrayal of his mind's fears. He felt a surge of desire, a twisted mix of terror and longing. Viktor's hand moved to Ethan's throat, applying just enough pressure to make Ethan gasp. The mafia boss's eyes flashed with satisfaction as he felt Ethan's pulse quicken.

The neon lights of New York City flickered across the rain-soaked streets, casting eerie shadows that danced with the city's secrets. Ethan, a history major at NYU, had always been fascinated by the hidden stories that lay beneath the city's surface. Tonight, he was on a mission to uncover one such story—a paper on organized crime that had consumed his thoughts for weeks. He found himself in a seedy part of town, where the buildings seemed to lean in, whispering tales of vice and corruption. Ethan's footsteps echoed off the damp pavement as he approached a nondescript building, its entrance hidden behind a rusty fire escape. He had heard rumors of a Russian mafia safe house in this area, and his curiosity was piqued. With a deep breath, Ethan pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside. The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and something more sinister.

Chapter 1: "The Intrusion" The neon lights of New York City flickered across the rain-soaked streets, casting eerie shadows that danced with the city's secrets. Ethan, a history major at NYU, had always been fascinated by the hidden stories that lay beneath the city's surface. Tonight, he was on a mission to uncover one such story—a paper on organized crime that had consumed his thoughts for weeks. He found himself in a seedy part of town, where the buildings seemed to lean in, whispering tales of vice and corruption. Ethan's footsteps echoed off the damp pavement as he approached a nondescript building, its entrance hidden behind a rusty fire escape. He had heard rumors of a Russian mafia safe house in this area, and his curiosity was piqued.