Her

Yurich

I ignore the cynical looks as Dobriev tries to appease my quest to know who the person is that was here inside this room with me, how his soft voice was able to call out for the demon I carry with me. The pain of my injuries begins to shuffle my thoughts, but not enough to ignore the entrance that causes complete silence within the room. I watch the nurse next to me finishing what she said was a medication walk away, the doctors whispering among themselves, I see a short woman wearing a blue uniform with short sleeves, the blouse too big for her and the loose pants giving the appearance that her legs are even smaller. The large cheeks and the different features gave away her nationality, she is not Russian, the dark eyes analyzing each of the machines monitoring my heartbeat until our gazes locked. 

The mixture of innocence with fire in the dark irises is surprising, as if she didn't know she had dark desires inside of her somehow this just ignited the wolf that wants to run to hunt the prey. She turned and spoke something low to the others, who until a few moments had not failed to show their amazement at seeing me awake. 

I was struck by a flash of hatred, fury, and something else I didn't understand as I heard the angel's voice sounding through the woman's lips, dividing my immediate desires between fucking her or killing her. I don't want to let on how much it bothers me to observe her interaction with those men, because no one is capable of occupying the place that belongs only to Eve. 

However, when her eyes turned in my direction I could swear I had seen some lapse of concern, her movements were feline, calculated, and fast. Moving the stethoscope to the side of the bed and checking the machines that beep rhythmically, if at some point I thought I saw something in her face now it's nothing more than an expressionless face as if she just turned on an automatic mode. 

It's almost annoying how this voice in the back of my mind madly asks me to break this placidity, to undo every trace of her that might be fair or kind to be checking the vitals of a mobster. 

Our gazes meet and for the first time in my life I am unable to read what is going on in someone's gaze, there is no affection, admiration, fear, anguish, or pain. Making the animalistic beast that lives inside me want to destroy that side of her.

"How are you feeling Mr. Romanov?" The pretty voice sounds again like a song urging the beast to play. 

I crack a sideways smile without showing pain at the wounds that cause the cut flesh to burn. 

" Very well, Doctor? "- I ask because I need to see the pretty lips moving to pronounce her name. 

"You called me Lyana Rodrigues." 

"So you're not from Russia?"

She stops and analyzes my face after the question, her last name doesn't seem European to me.

"You suffered multiple fractures among them one to the left femur which is the leg bone and two left ribs, the impact damaged some internal structures and that's why you underwent emergency surgery." - She turns away from the subject and pauses as if waiting for my confirmation. "The bullet that perforated his thorax, fortunately, did not hit any organs, we were waiting for him to wake up to find out if there was any neurological impact although we did not find any trauma on the CT scan."

I remain silent analyzing the practical way in which he informs everything, it's even exciting how professionally he pronounces everything. 

" I can't believe that your colleagues were so eager to see me awake." 

I say sarcastically, and something in his eyes disappears while he adjusts the frame of his glasses. 

"At the moment it would be interesting if you were concerned only with restoring your health, Mr. Romanov. " She said with a light anger in her eyes.

"Do you care about my well-being, Doctor?"

"I care about all my patients, now I need to check on the rest of them."

I close my fist feeling anger consuming my veins as I watch the woman leaving the room, not even noticing that Dobriev had removed the rest of the doctors from the place. 

"I want to know everything about this woman." 

I don't need to say anything else, the man walks out leaving me alone with her image permeating my hallucinated mind. Annoyingly her voice seeped under my skin eroding the shackles of the monster I hid before society, that dirty part of my soul desires this woman and to see how she can ignore my interest unlike all others who would already be seeking to satisfy my desires is enough, like swinging a piece of meat in front of a shark. 

Is your skin as soft as it looks? And if it makes you angrier, is it able to lose your calm posture? 

Doctor Lyana seems to be a box of mysteries that I want to brave one by one until I get sick and can be free of this damned feeling of being rejected, especially the strange taste I feel after seeing the looks of men admiring her. Having a woman in my thoughts for so long is not a good thing and she shouldn’t have moved a wolf’s cage when she doesn’t want to satisfy his hunger. 

I leave the thoughts hallucinated by the woman when Dobriev appears opening the door next to my brother, this last one sports a ridiculous smile on his lips like the fucking psychopath he is. In his hands, I see a gray paste making his steps too slow when my curiosity is enormous.

"Seriously, you almost died and didn’t care about your family at all before you ran after a woman?" 

The irony on Nureyev’s lips comes to be annoying even if there is a shred of truth in his words, I know that if he was obsessed with something would act worse. 

"Just give me the damn briefcase you bastard and go prepare our revenge against the damned."