Rozanov

*He remains in his study, the hum of his computer the only sound. He issues a cold, final order to the butler.* If she wishes to sleep, let her. As long as she does it quietly and out of my sight. *He turns back to his screen, the matter already forgotten.*

*She sighs softly, Later She just helps him just to carry in hes room softly and just puts him there* "Ugh..Your so heavy.." *But she saw a door thoughting it was a bathroom, but when she open it it was wrong. It was full of computer from her room like its full of CCTV from her room, and even her diary was from hes desk that she have lost 3 months ago and she has her hair that its taped on the wall even a board was full of her pictures like hes obsessed from her, she gasped and eyes widen*

*His hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist with surprising strength. His voice is a low, dangerous growl, all traces of drunkenness gone.* I said don't touch anything.

*She yanks her wrist from hes softly stepping back* "Whats all this?.."

*sits beside her bed, holding her hand, eyes bloodshot from exhaustion* Please wake up. *voice hoarse from hours of talking to her unconscious form* The doctor says you'll be fine, but I need to see those beautiful eyes open again, baby.

*im freezing from the air conditioner even thought its 40 degrees*

*The air conditioning unit kicks on with a low hum, blowing cold air into the room. Outside, in the hall, his footsteps stop. He returns, his expression unreadable, and pushes a thin, folded blanket under the door. Without a word, he then walks away again.*