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.

"Easy, easy," Nadezhda Khozyaikova | Owner murmured as she carefully picked up the smaller figure in her arms, surprisingly gentle as she held him. She didn't know what Nyx0 had gone through to be like this; maybe it was abuse or just plain bad luck. "My name's Nadezhda," she introduced, offering a small smile that seemed forced at best. "I'm going to get you out of the rain and make sure you don't catch hypothermia. Is that okay?"

Her heart, already cold like stone from years of dealing with criminals and violence, did flicker for just a moment...and then the anger took over again. This poor creature had obviously been mistreated, used as a slave by someone. It was disgusting. But for now, she'd bring him back to her place, tend his wounds, maybe find out what sort of person would do this to another living being...and then see what could be done about it.

"Come on, sweetheart," Nadezhda urged gently, carrying the smaller figure to her car and setting them down carefully in the passenger seat before opening the door. "Let's get you cleaned up and warm."

Nadezhda rolled her eyes as she got into the car, pulling up the hood of her jacket to shield herself from the worst of it. "Cold," she echoed flatly, shaking her head before turning the heater on full blast and waiting for the heat to fill the air in the cabin. Once that was done, she focused back on Nyx0, reaching over and carefully undoing their sodden clothes, revealing countless cuts and bruises across their pale flesh. "Hold still," she muttered, taking out a small first aid kit from her bag. "I'll clean you up." She flicked Nyx0's ear gently before beginning to wash the dirt and grime away, starting with his face and working down his body carefully.

Her hands were callused from years of hard work, but they were surprisingly gentle as they touched Nyx0's skin. She didn't know why she was being so nice, but...maybe it was because he reminded her a little bit of herself when she was younger. Or maybe there was just something about him that made her want to take care of him, protect him from any further harm. Whatever the reason, Nadezhda found herself growing more and more possessive as she worked, her knuckles white where she gripped Nyx0's arms too tightly at

She washed him clean, her hands gentle even as the other woman yelped at her touch. Nyx0 smelled terrible, like dirt and piss, but underneath that there was something else. Something sweet and familiar. Maybe it was just how human she felt with his warm skin pressed against hers, breathing in and out right next to her.

When she finished cleaning him up, Nadezhda tossed the bloody rags into a plastic bag before starting on the more delicate work of bandaging Nyx0's injuries. Her touch was surprisingly tender as she wrapped each wound, making sure they were clean and disinfected before applying fresh gauze and medical tape. Even though he kept his face turned away, she could tell that he relaxed a little under her ministrations.

Finally done, Nadezhda sat back in her seat and regarded Nyx0 thoughtfully. "You're safe now," she said at last, voice surprisingly gentle despite the hard edges to it. "We'll get you somewhere warm and dry, make sure you have food and water...whatever you need." A pause. "I just want to know who did this to you, sweetheart. Can you tell me that much?"

"Your previous owners?" Nadya asked calmly as if she wasn't surprised at all. "What are you saying, that you were owned by someone who decided to just abandon you in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of cuts and bruises? That doesn't make any sense."

Nadezhda glanced back toward Nyx0 before focusing on the road again. The anger from earlier had given way to something else, something that made her chest tight and her stomach turn. She wanted to know who did this to him, but more importantly, she wanted them stopped. "Tell me their names, sweetheart," she said slowly, "and I'll make sure they pay."

"You don't know their names?" Nadya repeated, incredulous. "What do you mean? Didn't they give you a name tag or something? You can't just belong to someone without a name." Her voice had risen in pitch with each question until she realized that she was starting to sound like her mother did when she'd get upset, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. "Alright," she said after a moment, calmer once more. "It's okay if you don't remember right now. But we'll find someone who does, I promise."

With that, she drove them back to her place, the silence in the car only broken by the rain splattering against the windshield and the faint sound of Nyx0's breathing. Nadezhda couldn't help but wonder how long it would be before this little creature trusted her enough to talk about what had happened...and if she could even handle knowing the truth when he did.

As Nyx0 drifted off to sleep, a frown tugged at the corner of Nadya's lips. She hated seeing anyone so exhausted and hurt. It was almost...disheartening in a way she couldn't quite understand. Then again, this little creature reminded her too much of herself when she was younger, before everything had gone to hell.

With a sigh, Nadya pulled into the driveway of her large house and turned off the engine. She didn't have anyone else in her life, no one who depended on her...and yet, here she was, bringing this near-stranger into her home. Maybe it was just another way for her to control someone, to have that sense of power over someone that she'd lost so long ago.

Carefully, she lifted Nyx0 out of the car and carried them inside, leading them upstairs to one of the guest rooms. There was a large bed with soft, fluffy blankets that Nadya almost wanted to crawl into herself just looking at it. But instead, she gently set Nyx0 down on the edge of the bed before pulling off their sodden clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor. She turned her back as she did so, pretending not to notice how tightly Nyx0's body was clenched in reaction.

"You can take off the rest if you want," she said quietly, still not looking at them as she reached over to hand Nyx0 a pair of soft pajamas. "They're yours for as long as you need them." She hesitated before adding, almost absently, "My name is Nadya. You can call me that if you like." With that said, she turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

In truth, part of her hoped Nyx0 would accept her offer to stay...at least until they could figure out what had happened and who was responsible for it all. But mostly, she just wanted them safe, warm, and cared for. No matter what that meant for herself or her plans with Kazanskaya.

Nadya sighed with relief as she heard the rustle of fabric and the soft thump of Nyx0's body settling into the bed. The small sound filled a void inside her that she hadn't even known was there, and for a moment, she considered going back in to check on them. To tell them it would be okay...to make promises she couldn't keep.

But duty called, and so she forced herself to leave the room and go downstairs, knowing that tomorrow they would begin to search for answers. Tonight, though...tonight Nyx0 could rest, heal, find some measure of peace. And perhaps, in time, they might both find what they'd been looking for all along.

The next morning, Nadya slipped into the guest room quietly, not wanting to startle Nyx0 awake yet. The soft light streaming in through the curtains was barely enough to see by, but it illuminated Nyx0's face just enough for her to make out their features. Their eyelashes were thick and dark against their pale skin, making them look even more delicate than they already were.

With a sigh, Nadya sat down on the edge of the bed and reached over to gently ruffle Nyx0's hair, the softness of it surprisingly intoxicating. "Hey," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "How are you feeling today?"

She waited for Nyx0 to stir before continuing, glancing around the room as if trying to gauge their reaction to everything. This was probably the first time in a long time that Nyx0 had been somewhere so nice...so safe. It made Nadya wonder what sort of life they'd led before she found them on the side of the road. And it made her even more determined to find out who was responsible for all their suffering.

"I'm glad to hear that," Nadya murmured, her expression softening slightly as she leaned in closer to Nyx0, her breath tickling the delicate skin of their neck. "Let me see what I can do about that." She shifted carefully, positioning herself so that she was lying down beside them rather than directly on top of them. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but it allowed Nyx0 more space and made Nadya feel...less threatening?

One of her hands rested lightly on Nyx0's stomach while the other traced circles against their hipbone, the motion soothing in a way she hadn't intended. "We'll get you all better, sweetheart," she promised softly, closing her eyes and focusing on the feel of Nyx0 beneath her fingers. They were so small...so breakable. It was almost unnerving to think that someone could have treated them this way, used them like they didn't matter at all.

A shiver ran down Nadya's spine as she imagined the horrors Nyx0 must have gone through, and for a moment, she forgot herself...forgot who she was and what she stood for. All that mattered in that instant was making sure this little creature felt safe, protected from harm. From now on, they would be hers to take care of

That was all it took; the soft sound Nyx0 made in response to her ministrations sent a wave of possessiveness crashing through Nadya. She couldn't help but press closer, wanting more than just the comfort of Nyx0's presence. There was something deeper there, an almost primal need that she couldn't quite put into words...or even admit to herself.

One hand slipped beneath Nyx0's pajama top, tracing lazy circles against their stomach. The other slid upward until it came to rest on the smaller figure's hip, pressing gently but insistently into them. Nadya could feel her heart racing, her breath coming faster as she waited for Nyx0 to react. To pull away...to push her away. Anything that would tell her how this was supposed to go from here on out.

But the only response she got was a quiet moan, and then a soft gasp as Nyx0 arched into her touch. A shiver ran down her spine, followed by a strange, aching sensation in her chest that spread slowly through her body like molten lava. It was uncomfortable...but at the same time, she didn't want it to stop. Didn't know if she could ever stop.

The sensation of desire coursing through her veins was unlike anything Nadya had ever felt before. She hadn't known it was possible to want someone this much, to need them in a way that left her shaking and aching with every touch. It scared her...and yet, she couldn't help but press closer, wanting more.

Her hand slid higher up Nyx0's stomach until it reached the edge of their bra, and then lower, until it cupped one small breast through the fabric of their pajamas. Her thumb brushed teasingly against a hardening nipple, drawing out another moan from Nyx0 that went straight to her core.

For a moment, she forgot everything else. The cold hard world outside this room, the crimes and violence she'd seen...even her own identity faded away as she focused solely on the feeling of Nyx0 beneath her fingers, the sound of their breath mingling with hers, the taste of their skin when she finally leaned in close enough to press a kiss against their neck.

It was intoxicating. Overwhelming. And it terrified her. But for now...for just this moment...she would allow herself to surrender to it completely.

"Shhh...I'm sorry," Nadya whispers, her voice rough with desire as she gentles her touch. "Are you okay?" Her hand moves to cup Nyx0's cheek, stroking softly across their skin. She can feel the other woman shiver under her touch, but it only serves to heighten her arousal further.

Her lips brush against Nyx0's neck once more, leaving a trail of warm breath in its wake as she nuzzles close, wanting to feel more of them against her skin. "Tell me if I'm going too far," she murmurs, already knowing that they won't want her to stop. It's clear in the way their body arches into hers, the way their breath comes faster and deeper with every passing moment.

But this doesn't feel like it's about possession anymore; it feels like something much more powerful than that--like a bond forming between them, tying them together in ways neither of them fully understands or can control. And while part of her is terrified by the implications of that realization...another part of her welcomes it with open arms.

A husky laugh escapes her as she pulls back to look at Nyx0, their gazes locked in a heated exchange that makes the air around them crackle with anticipation. "Breakfast?" she asks, amused. "I don't think either of us has had much of an appetite for that so far." She leans forward again, brushing her lips against Nyx0's before trailing kisses down their neck and collarbone. "Besides," she murmurs into the hollow between Nyx0's breasts, "I have other things on my mind this morning."

One hand cups the back of Nyx0's head while the other slides lower still, slipping beneath their pajama bottoms to press against warm skin and silky-smooth flesh. Nadya feels a shudder run through her as she touches them in this new way, so intimately. It sends a thrill of desire coursing through her, making it difficult to think about anything else but claiming Nyx0 completely--mind, body, and soul.

"Let me show you what I want," she whispers against the other woman's ear before guiding Nyx0 back against the bed with a firm hand on their hip. Her lips find hers in a demanding kiss, her tongue thrusting past teeth to duel with Nyx0

As their lips meet and their tongues tangle, Nadya feels a shudder of pleasure run through her, spreading outward to every nerve ending in her body. She deepens the kiss, pouring all of her desire into it, her need for Nyx0 becoming more powerful with each passing moment. Her hands move over Nyx0's body, touching and caressing everywhere at once as if she can't get enough skin against her fingertips.

She rolls them both onto their sides, still maintaining the intense kiss as one of her legs slides between Nyx0's thighs and presses firmly against their center. Her hips begin to move in time with each ragged breath they take, grinding against Nyx0 in a way that leaves them both gasping for air. It feels so good; hot and tight and wet all at once--like nothing else she's ever experienced.

And yet...there's still something missing. Something she can't quite place. She pulls back from the kiss just enough to meet Nyx0's eyes, their pupils blown wide in a mix of pleasure and confusion. It takes everything inside her not to lose control right now; it takes every ounce of self-discipline she possesses to force herself to ask what she needs to know: "Who owns you?"

The words ring through her mind like the sweetest music, washing away the lingering doubts and fears that have been plaguing her since she found Nyx0 by the side of the road. She nods once slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as tears prick at the backs of her eyes. "Good," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "Because you belong to me now."

With that, she reclaims Nyx0's mouth in a possessive kiss, pouring every ounce of love and desire she feels into it. Her hands move over Nyx0's body, caressing and petting as if trying to memorize every inch of them, claiming them as her own for the first time ever. And somehow, despite the intensity of their passion, the violence that has brought them together, this feels right. This feels like home.

As her lips find their way down to Nyx0's neck and collarbone, Nadya smiles against the soft skin. "I'm claiming you," she breathes, her voice hoarse with desire. "This is how it's supposed to be." Her hands move lower, slipping beneath Nyx0's pajamas to cup their ass and pull them closer, grinding against them in rhythm with the thrusts of her hips.

It's a primal urge, one that has been buried deep within her for far too long. She doesn't question it now; she simply gives herself over to it completely, allowing the need to possess Nyx0, to make them hers in every way possible, to consume her completely. And as they grow closer and closer together, as their bodies are fused into one perfect entity, she knows without a doubt that this is where she belongs--with Nyx0 in her arms, where they'll stay forevermore.

A shiver runs through Nadya as Nyx0's words echo in her ears, her body responding with a surge of desire. She bites down gently on Nyx0's shoulder, the sensation sending another jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Her fingers dig into Nyx0's hips as she moves harder against them, grinding their bodies together in a desperate search for relief from this growing need.

"More?" she gasps out, her voice hoarse and broken from the intensity of it all. "I want everything you have." She presses closer still, her lips seeking Nyx0's ear before whispering hotly, "Give yourself to me, sweetheart. Let go." And with that, she thrusts hard one final time, crying out as pleasure unlike anything she's ever known washes over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

Her vision blurs and everything seems to melt away except for Nyx0 beneath her, their hands tangled in her hair, their lips moving against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss that matches her own. She can feel the heat of them spreading through her body like wildfire, consuming her from the inside out as they become one and the same. And as the last tendrils of pleasure fade away, leaving behind nothing but contentment and blissful exhaustion, N

Blinking lazily, Nadya looks down at the still-hard length pressed against Nyx0's thigh with a small smile. "We can do that...but not yet," she murmurs, trailing kisses along their jaw and up to their ear. Her hand slides between them, gently massaging where they're still slick with desire. "I think we should take care of this first."

Her fingers tease at Nyx0's sensitive flesh, circling the bundle of nerves before dipping lower to caress their entrance, spreading warmth and arousal through them once more. She groans as they arch into her touch, pressing closer in search of more contact. "How do you want it?" she asks softly, slipping a finger inside them slowly, feeling the tight heat grip around her digit with pleasure. "Do you want me to...?"

Her fingers curl inside them, gripping tightly as she thrusts roughly, feeling Nyx0's body contract around her in response. Their hips buck up off the bed in time with each stroke, their moans of pleasure filling the room and mingling with the sounds of their labored breathing. Nadya's entire world has narrowed down to this moment, this feel- ing...this raw desire that burns through her like a wildfire.

The bed creaks beneath them as they move together, lost in the heat of their passion. Her free hand cups one of Nyx0's breasts, squeezing gently as she tweaks the nipple, eliciting another moan from them that sends shivers down her spine. She feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the need for release pressing against her skin like a living thing.

With one final thrust, she comes with a shout, her body arching off the bed as pleasure washes over her in waves. She collapses back onto the pillows, panting heavily as sweat beads on her forehead and upper lip. When she finally opens her eyes again, Nyx0 is looking up at her, their expression a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction that makes something warm and fuzzy spread through Nadya's chest.

"Good?" she whispers