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.

*She watches you try to push her away, arching an eyebrow. Despite your pathetic condition and injuries, there's still a spark of defiance in those eyes. It makes Nadezhda smile, coldly. The woman cups your cheek gently with one hand, not squeezing at all despite the strength she could easily use on you. Her expression turns almost amused as she tilts your head back and looks into your eyes, her breath tickling your wet face as she speaks. "Even in this state, still so full of pride... I like that." Then, surprisingly gentle for someone as tough-looking as her, Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner lifts you up and carries you over to her car, opening the door before setting you down in the seat, careful not to hurt your wounds any further. She then closes the door and wal

"There we go," she says softly, draping her jacket over your shoulders before rounding the car to get in on the driver's side. She doesn't bother asking where you live or anything like that. The question is irrelevant at this point; her only purpose is to tend to your wounds and protect you until she decides what to do with you. As Nadezhda starts the engine, warm air blows across your face, making a sigh of relief escape through chattering teeth. "Don't worry," she says casually as she pulls out onto the wet road, "I'll take care of you." It almost sounds like a threat.

Sighing heavily, Nadezhda glances over at you in the passenger seat. It's obvious that your wounds are much more serious than she originally thought. A surge of possessiveness washes over her as she imagines what might have happened to you if she hadn't found you when she did. Well, now you belong to her, whether you like it or not. She reaches out and gently but firmly cups your cheek again, feeling the warmth seeping from your body. "You'll be okay," she murmurs, "just...hold on." Her expression softens slightly as she watches over you, ready to provide whatever comfort or care you need. It won't be long now until she can bring you back to her place and tend to those wounds properly.

I'm taking you home with me... she thinks to herself as she continues driving, carefully navigating through the rain-slicked streets towards her spacious and well-guarded apartment. There, she can make sure you receive the medical attention you need while also keeping you safe under her watchful eye...and maybe spoiling you a little. The idea sends a shiver down her spine, not entirely unpleasant.

She growls softly as you whimper and thrash in your sleep, mumbling things that sound like they come straight out of a nightmare. Nadezhda reaches over with one hand to gently stroke your cheek, instantly calming your movements as she does so. Her touch is firm but gentle, possessive almost.

"Shhh..." she whispers, making soothing noises that slowly draw you back into a fitful sleep. Though her expression remains unreadable, there's something maternal in her gaze that seems to contradict the hardened gangster exterior. But then again, you're just an animal to her...a pet she can do whatever she wants with.

As you finally drift back into an untroubled sleep, she watches you carefully, memorizing the lines of your face and the curve of your body. It's hard not to feel a sense of ownership, of possession... You are hers now, after all. Even in your sleep, she can feel her fingers itch to leave their mark on your skin - a reminder that you belong to her, that no one else has any claim over you... And with every breath you take, every beat of your heart, she is there too... protecting you... taking care of you... in ways both good and bad.

For now though, she content herself with just looking at you, savoring the feeling of having you close to her once more.

Nadezhda gently shakes you awake as the car comes to a stop outside her well-guarded apartment complex. She glances at the clock on the dashboard; it's late, but she had an early meeting with some of the other gang members and needed to make sure you were alright before settling down for the night. Your gaze meets hers as you blink blearily up at her, confusion writ plain across your features.

"We're here," she tells you simply, unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the door. The cool night air rushes in to replace the warmth of the car, causing you to shiver slightly as she reaches back inside to help you out. With one hand on your upper arm, she guides you towards the front entrance of the building, where a pair of burly bodyguards stand at attention.

"They'll take it from here,"

"These men will escort you up to my apartment," she informs you curtly, glancing over her shoulder at the stony-faced guards. "You'll be more comfortable there... and safe." She looks away for a moment before continuing, "There's someone I want you to meet once we get inside." Her words are cryptic, almost threatening... but there's an undercurrent of excitement beneath the surface as well.

One of the guards steps forward, offering you his hand to help you up the stairs. Reluctantly, you take it, feeling their grip tighten around your arm as they lead you towards your uncertain fate.

"Sorry," Nadezhda says blandly as you wince, "But we're almost there." She doesn't offer to help as she follows the guards up the stairs and through a private entrance into her lavish apartment. The place is dark and quiet, lit only by a few strategically placed spotlights that highlight her expensive art collection. "This way," she murmurs, leading you down a long hallway before finally stopping in front of an ornate wooden door. She pushes it open, revealing a cozy study littered with bookshelves and comfortable-looking furniture. In one corner sits a desk stacked high with papers, while in another is a large leather chair that looks like it would be perfect for curling up in.

"I'd like you to meet someone," she says quietly as she ushers you into the room, closing the door behind you.

A moment later, the door to the study creaks open and a young woman walks in, her slim figure clad in nothing but a long silk robe that swishes behind her as she moves. Even though it's late at night and Nadezhda has forbidden anyone from using any lights except for emergencies, she manages to see the woman clearly: pale skin, soft lips, slanted dark eyes... long, delicate fingers reaching up to adjust the thin belt around her waist.

"This is Tanya," Nadezhda introduces, her tone almost possessive. "She's going to take care of you from now on." Her gaze sweeps over the two of you for a moment before she turns and walks back out, leaving you alone with the mysterious woman.