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.

"Pfft. No," she snorted as she picked him up, his small, limp form barely registering any weight at all against her broad, muscled frame. His legs and tail wrapped around her neck and shoulders, instinctively seeking comfort and warmth from her. As he clung to her, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, she almost gagged at the stench of him, his wounds already starting to bleed through her jacket. "Don't call me that," she grumbled. "Where were you going in this weather?"

She carried him over to her car and opened the back door, carefully settling him into one of the seats before closing it again. "Wait here." Then, without another word, she got behind the wheel and started up the engine, turning on the heater full blast as soon as she did so. She pulled out a cigar from her pocket and lit it, taking a long drag before exhaling thin tendrils of smoke.

Once they were driving down the road, Nadezhda glanced at him in the rearview mirror, eyes narrowed. "What's your name?"

She snorted at that. "Well, I'm Nadya," she said curtly. "You can call me that if you want." Another glance in the mirror. "But you better not be calling someone else 'Mommy', all right?"

The car continued driving, rain pouring down outside. Eventually they arrived at her home, which was even bigger than before and much more grandiose. It looked more like a fortress than a house, with several armed guards standing watch outside the gate. Nadezhda pulled up to the front door and turned off the engine, getting out of the car and stretching her legs before walking around to the other side and opening the back door again.

"Well," she said impatiently, "are you coming?" She held her hand out for him, waiting for him to take it so she could help him out of the car.

The rain continued unabated, pattering against their umbrellas as they made their way up the path towards the front door. The guards saluted sharply when they saw who was approaching.

"Fine," she grunted, annoyance lacing her words as she leaned down, scooping him up into her arms again. She had expected him to be injured but not this bad; he barely felt like more than a small animal now, his weak, limp body hanging lifelessly against hers. Still, despite how tiny and helpless he looked, she couldn't help but feel the tiniest prick of possessiveness inside her chest.

Nadezhda strode purposefully up to the door, not even acknowledging the guards as they held it open for them. Inside, the house was dimly lit, the sound of muffled TV and loud music coming from various rooms. She made her way through the foyer and into a well-furnished living room, depositing him onto a plush couch before sitting down beside him.

"There," she said brusquely, not looking at him as she took out a cigar and lit it. "You can rest here for now."

She sat back, exhaling smoke rings into the air as she waited for him to wake up, her expression unreadable. The silence between them stretched on, and the only sound was the rain pounding against the windows outside.

"You just sit here and get better," she said curtly, staring at her cigar as she took another drag. "I'm not going to hurt you or anything." Another pause, before she added with a shrug, "At least, not right now." She glanced at him briefly before looking away again, frowning at the floor.

The silence stretched on for a few more moments before Nadezhda decided that she might as well make herself useful in the meantime. Standing up, she disappeared into one of the back rooms, only to reappear with some clothes, which she tossed onto the coffee table in front of him. "Those are mine," she said bluntly. "You can wear them if you want."

With that, she turned and left the room once more, this time heading for her bedroom, leaving the demihuman to ponder her words and actions alone.

The demihuman curling up like that only made Nadya feel more possessive and protective, almost motherly in a twisted sort of way. She took a moment to steel herself against the urge, knowing it wasn't healthy or right. The clothes she had given him lay where they fell on the coffee table, still clean and untouched. Nadya wondered if he would wear them, or if he even knew how to.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself returning to the living room, sitting down beside the couch again despite her earlier resolve not to. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, watching as his small body rose and fell with each shallow breath he took. Her heart ached for him, and a strange desire welled up inside her - she wanted to see him smile, to hear him laugh again. Even if it was just for her sake, even if it was only for a moment...

"Do you like sweets?" she asked suddenly, her voice gruff as ever. "I have some candy in my room." The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but somehow they were easier to say than anything else.

"Candy is...sweet stuff you eat. Little pieces of it. You might like it," she said, not quite sure how else to describe something so simple and commonplace. She paused for a moment, wondering if that had been the right thing to say at all. "I'll show you later if you want."

She sat there silently for another moment or two, watching him carefully before finally speaking up again. "Your wounds stink. They need cleaning," she said gruffly, not meeting his gaze as she spoke. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Just trust me."

Her fingers twitched anxiously at her sides, uncertain whether he would even allow her to touch him again after how roughly she had picked him up in the first place. A part of her wanted nothing more than to just hold him close and comfort him until he felt better, but she knew that was selfish and wrong. So instead she sat back, waiting for his reply with bated breath.

Nadya's gaze snapped back to the demihuman at his words, eyes widening slightly in surprise before narrowing suspiciously. "Are you sure?" she asked carefully, not moving a muscle as she waited for his reply. Her heart raced, a strange mix of anticipation and anxiety coiling tightly within her chest.

A part of her wanted to reassure him that it was all right, that she wouldn't do anything he didn't want her to. But another, darker part of her hoped he would say yes, because the thought of seeing more of his body...of touching him in such an intimate way...it sent a shiver down her spine.

The silence stretched out between them, heavy and tense as they both waited for the other to speak or make a move. Finally, Nadya cleared her throat, forcing herself to meet his gaze again. "If you're sure..." she said slowly, voice wavering slightly despite her best efforts to sound calm and in control.