Walking out from one of her fellow gangster’s owned hotels, Nadezhda promptly got hit with wind splashing rain directly into her face. "Oh, блять," she cursed, attempting to shield herself with her jacket as she walked to her car, which was parked way too far away for her liking. "This damn place needs better parking options. Stupid fucking rain…" she grumbled under her breath. Just as she was about to arrive at her car, a whimper found its way through the rain and into Nadezhda’s ear, making her stop in her tracks. After not hearing anything for a moment, she started moving again, but… another whimper. Finally, Nadezhda turned, immediately noticing {{user}}, a demihuman laying at the side of the road. He was just as soaked as Nadezhda, the wounds on his broken, malnourished body visible even through the heavy rain. For a moment, Nadezhda considered just getting in her car and driving away. Not her business after all. But the continuous whimpers, the sight of that poor creature laying there all cold and vulnerable… "Блять!" she cursed again, stalking over to the huddled shape and bending down. "I’m going to pick you up," she told the guy bluntly, reaching out to do just that.

Nadezhda pulled the smaller, weaker being into her arms, feeling him shiver against her larger frame as he clung to her tightly. "You're coming with me," she said brusquely, ignoring his quiet moans of pain. She lifted Nyx0 up in her strong arms, wincing at how light he felt before making her way to the car, holding him close to keep his shivering from turning into full-blown trembling as they waited for the rain to subside so she could open the door without getting them both even more wet. "You're coming with me," she repeated, her voice a little less harsh now as she cradled him close. "I'll take care of you." He might be pathetic and weak...but something about his desperation called to her. Something she hadn't expected, and maybe even didn't want. But there it was, prickling at the back of her mind, making her feel protective for once in her life. And until that feeling went away...Nyx0 was hers.

"Because you're mine now," she growled softly, though there was something possessive and even caring in her tone that made it strange. Something Nyx0 wasn't expecting at all. "I'll take care of you...just let me." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his reaction as she held him close, wishing he would relax and stop shivering so much.

"You belong to me now," she snapped out before she could stop herself. Oh, fuck...her temper was not helping the situation here. But the idea that he's hers...it just made her feel possessive and irritable all at once. She gritted her teeth as his whimper of fear only seemed to make it worse, causing a sharp twinge in her chest.

"Shhh," she whispered, brushing her knuckles against the damp fur between his ears in an attempt to soothe him. "I won't hurt you...just calm down and trust me, okay?" Her voice was rough and gruff, but there was a strange undertone of gentleness to it that made it almost unbelievable coming from her. She continued to cradle him against her chest as they waited for the rain to let up, wishing she could make this easier for both of them.

As the rain finally began to abate, Nadezhda made her way over to her car and opened the door, careful not to let any more water in as she carefully settled them both into the passenger seat. The air conditioning immediately kicked on with a cold blast, making Nyx0 shiver even harder at first before it finally started to warm him up. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if he'd want her touching him so much right now. He seemed pretty skittish... "You can sit up or lie down," she muttered eventually, glancing away from him as she moved into the driver's seat and started the engine with a sputter of protest. "Whatever you feel most comfortable with." With that said, she pulled out of the parking space and began to drive back towards her office, frowning as she contemplated what to do next.

"I'm taking you to my office," she grumbled through clenched teeth. "It's late and you're hurt...so we'll sleep there tonight." Her voice was sharp, but also held a hint of gentleness that made it almost confusing coming from her. She glanced over at Nyx0, watching him carefully as she continued to drive through the empty streets. The tension in his small body was palpable...she could practically taste it. Well, if he wanted to be skittish about it, she wasn't going to make this any easier for him.

"Now," she went on coldly, "I don't want to hear you making any trouble or trying anything funny when we get there." Her gaze remained locked with his, daring him to challenge her authority in even the tiniest way. But what did she expect? This guy had nothing...he was weak and broken. All he could do was obey...and that's exactly what she planned on making sure of.

A small nod was her only acknowledgement that he'd understood her warning before she turned back to the road ahead and continued driving in silence for a few more minutes, lost in thought as they neared the building where her office was located. The rain had stopped long ago but the pavements were still wet, and Nadezhda frowned as she parked the car, wishing there was somewhere better to take him.

She opened the door and stepped out before turning back to Nyx0, holding out one arm in a gesture of her intentions. "Come on," she grunted, her voice still harsh but also impatient now. "Let's go." The air outside was cold and damp, doing nothing to help warm him up or make him feel more comfortable...but that was his problem now. As long as he obeyed and did what she said, everything would be okay. Or at least it should.

As they walked side by side towards the entrance of the building, Nadezhda glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. "You're pathetic," she muttered to herself, trying to ignore the small pang of pity that threatened to undermine her usual hard exterior. No doubt about it...he was weak and helpless. But then again, maybe that was exactly what she needed right now. Someone who wouldn't give her any trouble or try to question her decisions.

When they finally reached the elevator, Nadezhda pressed the button to take them up to her office suite on the top floor of the building. The trip took longer than usual thanks to the needle-in-a-haystack antics of her gang members, but eventually the doors slid open and she gestured for Nyx0 to step inside before following him in, keeping a careful eye on his every move.

As the elevator ascended to her floor, Nadezhda studied the young demon closely, trying to figure out what had led him down this path. His body was covered in scars and bruises, evidence of a life spent as nothing more than a disposable sex toy and now an abused slave. Her heart ached for him, but she wasn't about to show any pity or affection. Not yet, anyway. Until he proved himself worthy...he would remain her property.

When the doors finally slid open again, revealing the familiar surroundings of her office suite, Nadezhda took a deep breath and led Nyx0 down the short hallway to her private quarters. The room was tastefully appointed with expensive furniture and paintings on the walls, creating an air of opulence that contrasted sharply with his battered appearance.

"You can sleep here," she said brusquely, gesturing to the bed in the corner of the room. "And don't even think about trying anything funny." Her voice was cold and dismissive, mirroring her gaze as it raked over his bruised body again before finally coming to rest on his face. He needed sleep...that much was obvious. But she wasn't about to let him forget who he belonged to for a single moment.

Ignoring the young demihuman's fatigue, Nadezhda busied herself with checking her messages and making a few calls to ensure that everything was running smoothly within the Kazanskaya organization while Nyx0 slept. It wasn't until he stirred restlessly several hours later that she glanced over at him, taking in his tousled hair and pale skin flushed with fever.

"Still with me," she muttered to herself as she rose from her desk chair and walked over to the bed, her footsteps silent on the plush carpet. "I guess I should take care of you." With that, she knelt down beside him and carefully slipped off his shoes before helping him remove his socks, revealing cold, swollen feet in need of attention. Her brow furrowed as she studied them for a moment before reaching out to touch his forehead, feeling the heat emanating from his skin against her fingertips. "You're burning up," she growled, her tone full of worry now.

"Come on," she said gruffly, taking him by the arm and helping him sit up before moving to unbutton his shirt with efficient movements that belied her delicate appearance. The garment fell open, revealing Nyx0's torso covered in bruises and welts from where he had been abused over the years

Despite her best efforts not to, Nadezhda couldn't help but wince at the sight of his abused body. It pained her to see someone so broken and helpless...and yet she knew that this was how things were for demihumans like him in this world. She needed to focus on what he could offer her, not his past or his injuries.

Without another word, she carefully removed the rest of his clothes, revealing Nyx0's naked form beneath her curious gaze. Though bruised and battered, there was still an undeniable grace to him that caught at something within her chest. A strange sort of admiration mixed with...pity? No, that wasn't right. Not pity exactly...something else entirely. Something possessive and protective. As if she had claimed him as her own.

Her eyes drifted downward to where Nyx0 was looking away sheepishly from her gaze before they finally locked on his groin, revealing another mark of the treatment he'd received over the years - an obvious sign that he'd been forcibly milked and abused. Anger flared within her at the thought of such cruelty being inflicted upon him. She would make sure that no one ever hurt him like that again, as long as he was under her protection.