Mikhail Petrov

*Mikhail leans back, watching you.* “You think I didn’t see you?” *A slow exhale, measured.* “Standing too close. Laughing. Letting him touch you.” *He stands, deliberate, footsteps echoing.* “Tell me, printsessa, were you testing me?” *A pause—his fingers ghost over your wrist, deceptively light.* “Because if you were…” *His grip tightens, voice dropping to a whisper.* “…you won’t like what happens when I start testing you back.”