#lyutsifer safin x Halyna zorin

[crewman-penelope]

Rust and Stardust

Lyutsifer Safin x ofc, explicit, non-con, grapefruit, lemon, dark!Safin, love-stroke, love fever, oh! to storm the walls of Troy like a mad man!

1. Severo-Kurilsk

2. Strictly Business

3. Sweet Anticipation

4. Becoming Cosy

5. Delayed Gratification

6. Connections

The next nights were like heaven to Safin. The days ... were difficult.

He tried to give Halyna the space she clearly needed. And the phone calls.

The first day she was glued to the phone, talking with her mother. Never with her father, as Safin found quickly out.

The second day the blocker start to work. Primo had done, as always, good work. His little travel back to Severo-Kurilsk, the small beacon he had fixed in the underwood, showed great results. Bit by bit, Zorin ability to reach via phone outside the half-island, went down.

Safin watched Halyna trying to call or message her mother, with failing connections and growing frustration.

Eventually he started to distract Halyna by sending fabric samples over for her new room. Pictures of wall papers. Links to furniture, for her to chose.

Aware of Halyna's obsession with Internet platforms per se, he even looked into Pinterest, sending her links from there.

Halyna didn't realised it, but Safin's constant input and slow approach to her soothed her.

Eventually, they meet up for dinner like every night, a new found ritual for him. Halyna sat comfortable as lazy in one of the polstered armchairs, nibbling at some sushi, while Safin watched her with eagle-eyes. Making sure, she had her good-night tea.

His eyes travelled along the table, were mixedfabric and different coloured papers laid around.

"Did you saw my last Pinterest board entry?", he asked.

"The one with the fairy lights around the wall? Yes, that looked sweet." Halyna sat up and grinned. "I can't believe you made a Pinterest account for me!"

Safin smirked gentle. "I thought it may help for our little project. After all, you need your own room."

He sipped at his cup and eyed her while asking: "Did you talk with your mother? Is all good at home?", fully aware that Halyna could not get in contact with her parents. With the whole world - but not her parents.

A shadow felt upon Halyna's elvish face. Safin would normaly hate to watch that. Alas, he knew the reason.

"No.", she told him, her voices suddenly small. "Mama .. she didn't called back."

She looked at Safin. "Did I something wrong, dyadya Lyutsifer? I mean ... they wanted me to go with you, right?"

She frowned, a confused girl, all his.

"It is just business..", she whispered to herself.

Watching her, Safin became aware that Halyna's eye got filled with tears.

"Oh no..", he hummed and got up. He walked to Halynaand took a seat aside her. Resting carefully a hand on her back he tried to sooth her.

"Hush! Printsessa, don't cry! I'm sure your mother is rather busy. There is also a bad weather front on their side, she may have trouble to come through?"

Halyna swallowed and rubbed harshly her eyes, a childish gesture that made Safin bit his lower lip. If she just knew what one movement of her limbs does to her!

He licked over his mouth and looked a moment away to calm himself.

"I have an idea. Let me entertain you! Distract you! School will start soon and i promised you a shopping tour."

"You really mean that?", Halyna chirmed in, her green eyes looking at him in wonder.

"But of course! A helicopter ride to the main land, some exquisite boutique visits - we can look into the prada store if you want - maybe even getting a dress you even don't know when to wear, just because it is so pretty?"

To his utter confusion Halyna started to giggle.

"What?",he asked bewildered.

"Sorry,dyadya..but you..you sound like a sugar daddy.", Halyna giggled and tried to hide a grin.

"A .. what?"

"Well, you know!?", she gestured around.

Safin leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms relaxed in front of his stomach, acting curious.

"I actually don't. Is that a tiktok thing?"

Halyna looked at him with surprised, eventually blushing. She played herself in a corner.

"But ... when a ... sorry dyadya, but when a older man treats a girl like that. With presents and hosting her and such-"

Her voice fainted. Safin was full aware what she had left out. The sexual component. He dared not to speak up himself. This was such an innocent, but also dangerous moment. For both of them.

He looked Halyna straight in the eyes as he finally spoke.

"Halyna, I understand completely, the situation you got pushed in is non of your fault. I will make it as pleasant as possible for you. If that means by spoiling you with gifts and treats, I shall. And when this makes me a sugar daddy, as you so eloquent put it, than so be it. I didn't mind. I want you to feel safe and cared for."

Halyna staid silent for a moment, starring at him.

Safin wondered, if he had said too much, until Halyna lunged into him. Throwing her arms around him she started to sob in the most precious way.

"Dyadya! Thank you, dyadya! I was a moment afraid you send me away!"

Safin answered the embrace quickly,to ensure her: "You, printsessa, can stay as long as you wish."

While embracing her, he pressed his face in the hollow of her neck and inhaled deeply. Her scent caged in his nose, in his lung, he wanted to hold on until he felt dizzy.

[crewman-penelope]

Rust and Stardust

Lyutsifer Safin x ofc, explicit, non-con, grapefruit, lemon, dark!Safin, love-stroke, love fever, oh! to storm the walls of Troy like a mad man!

1. Severo-Kurilsk

2. Strictly business

3. Sweet anticipation

4. Becoming cosy

5. Delayed gratification

After dinner and the 'good-night' tea, Halyna was tame as a lamb. Safin had to hold her as he leaded her to his room.

She frowned as she saw the futon for her, hidden behind a parawan, to give her some privacy.

“Your room is not ready yet, remember?”, Safin whispered, thrilled to see and feel her so tired already. She was so powerless - and in his hand. But all in good time.

“The day was exciting and long for you. Lay down. Rest.”, he hummed in her ear. His lips nearly touching her ear shell, he didn't look at her, but stared at her futon - so inviting. “Sleep safe and sound, my printsessa.”

He found himself hesitating to let go of her. But yet she was awake. That was not how he wanted her.

Safin helped Halyna gentle to settle down on the futon, while pointing to the door next to them. “The bathroom.”, he explained shortly. “You will manage alone?”

Halyna nodded and didn't hide her jawing. She even stretched her arms pushing her chest up and tugged at her hair tie she wore at her wrist instead in her hair - for reasons only Halyna knew.

“You - you are not staying?”, she asked suddenly. Her tone of voice didn't make it clear to Safin, if she was disappointed or glad.

“I still have some papers to look over. I promise I will as silent as possible when I go to bed.”

He could not hold back a small sentiment - leaning in to kiss her forehead - and was relieved to see she didn't mind.

She smiled sleepily up to him.“'night, dyadya.”

“Sleep well, printsessa.”

Turning away, he checked his watch. One hour should be enough for the drug to settle in. Then, she was all his!

Safin went back into the media room and switch on the tellie. He tried to focus on the news, but gave up after half an hour. Switching from channel to channel he passed the time, until he could be sure, Halyna was deep asleep, thanks to the drug in her tea.

Eventually he rose, feeling nervous as excited. This was dangerous territory, even for him. He had his share of ladies, who smiled at him after paying. He knew his needs as his limits.

Halyna was something special. She was a gift, carefully to unwrap.

He walked to his room with wobbly legs, his blood rushing in his ear. He felt so light, alas with a cold sting in his belly. His trousers tight, he trembled slightly.  He paused at his door to take a deep breath. Inhaling in and out, until his mind felt clear again. Straighten up he entered, carefully, not to make a noise at first.

He walked in to find Halyna indeed wrapped in her sheets, her wheat coloured hair the only thing to see.

He looked a moment down on her, hesitating. Eventually he turned to the bathroom, making himself ready for bed.

A quick shower, a fresh pyjama, brushing his teeth. Ignoring his erection, he swallowed his medicine, while watching himself in the mirror. Proud, that he had no trouble to look at himself in the mirror. It doesn't matter that he was a monster. He would be her monster, and hers alone.

He walked solemnly back into the room. Halyna had not changed her position thus far.

“Halyna?”, he spoke up. She didn't react.

He crouched aside her futon with a satisfied grin on his lips, and tugged the duvet from her. Using both hands, he freed Halyna from it, bit by bit, until he had uncovered her fine body. Her small limbs half dressed in a night shirt, was easily to access to him.

“How beautiful you are.”, he whispered and sighed deep.

“Let me see more...”

First, he felt her pulse, and found it strong. Then he helped Halyna out of her night shirt, slowly, undressing her like a porcelain doll.

He took a deep sigh by the view of Halyna's naked body. His printsessa rested comfortable on the futon, her elvish body bare and beautiful.

Safin touched her at first just with his eyes, to wander with it along her shoulder and arms, down to her not yet fully curvy hips. Her lower abdomen rested in half shadow, and only a fine fleece of light blond pubic hair could not hide the treasure that laid between her tights.

“Oh Halyna..”, he hummed. “What a prize you are. You honour your name.”

Finally, he dared to touch her. He placed his hand on her left hip and relished in the view of his hand on her skin. His thick fingers drummed softly on the curve of her pelvis bone, the veins on the back of his hand tensing.

Then he stroked softly down from the pelvis to her tight, further along her leg to her calve, to eventually reaching her ankle.

Safin swallowed, so close to droll.

Her body was warm, velvet soft. The enchanting scent Halyna exuded made him dizzy.

Safin blinked, suddenly aware that drops of sweat run down his forehead into his eyes. His whole body vibrated.

There was an animal inside him. A creature that grunted and moaned, eager to mangle skin and bone of hers.

His fingers wrapped harshly around Halyna's ankle, Safin pushed her legs more open. Just for a glance. For more?

He swallowed his salvia down, tastings copper on his tongue.

Not tonight. Too early. You have to wait., he thought.

Delayed gratification, he reminded himself. He wondered how long he could hold to it.

His eyes wandered to Halyna's face. She was deep asleep, her strawberry mouth half open. The view of her mouth again let his cock twitch in his pyjama trousers.

He forced himself to stop. For now. But - it would not - would it? Should he?

He licked his lips and bent down. A sinner on his knees, praying for satisfaction. Safin's head between Halyna's tights, his face pressed at her maiden gem, he tasted her.

One, long, relishing lick with his tongue, pushing between her silken folds.

He shivered, shuttered vividly.

The taste of heaven on his tongue.

[crewman-penelope]

Rust and Stardust

Lyutsifer Safin x ofc, explicit, non-con, grapefruit, lemon, dark!Safin, love-stroke, love fever, oh! to storm the walls of Troy like a mad man!

1. Severo-kurilsk

2. Strictly business

3. Sweet anticipation

Halyna seemed to repress the situation she was getting in. Like the teen she was, she swapped open her Mobil and showed Safin all the apps she needed to use daily, explaining why it was so important to her to have internet. After watching some of her silly tiktoks, Safin got the expression, she needs this toys like other need oxygen.

Amused by her seriousness, and after promising her, that she could of course still hang out with her internet friends via Instagram and TikTok, Halyna hooked her arm with his in relief.

Swallowing hard, Safin tried to hold his posture, while a fog of flowerish perfume and his own grown arousal made him feel dizzy.

What am I doing here?

Making their way back from the green house, Halyna was all chatty, but the face of her mother let her shut up quickly.

Alysa, waiting for them in the hallway, looked angry as betrayed. Zorin must have filled her in.

Halyna threw a glance to him, "See you later, dyadya?” and rushed out to her rooms.

Safin stared a second too long at the door Halyna had disappeared through, blinked, and focused on the mother.

He opens his mouth, as his mind searched for any soothing words, his hands open offered to her -

Until her hand hit his left cheek with a hard slap.

His ear was ringing. The left side of his face numb. Hitching breath, then sucking air in between clenched teeth.

He didn't look at Alysa, but shook his head with closed eyes. The left cheek started to feel as if ants crawled along the skin.

He pressed his lips together not to shout at her, counting down to ten, until he felt able to look at her.

Eventually, he caught Alysa's eyes.

Wide and green, like her daughter's, but filled with a bitterness that shocked Safin.

He felt bad for her - alas, he came too close to stop now.

“She will be safe.”, he said. His voice smooth and rasp as always. Good. “You can reach out to her through her phone, Halyna will have internet access for that.”

Alysa stared at him, looking defeated.

“You are going through with it? Really, Lyutsifer!?”

“It's business.”

She looked at him in silent, her face at first all bewildered, then horrified, then... understanding. Disgusted.

“From all the people..”, Alysa whispered, stepping back from him.

Leaning in, she spit on his shoes, turned around and left the hallway without another word.

Well, that could have gotten better.

*

Halyna didn't pack much. Safin was irritated at first, as he saw her standing in the parking lot with just two bags. His eyes wandered from the luggage to a nervously looking girl. She shrugged and mumbled: “My next trimester starts in two weeks anyway.”

“I see..”, he got out and nodded shortly. She seemed still not to understand the full concept of the deal - nevertheless, he had forgotten that she had school and the right for education.

“It's alright. We can go shopping on the main land, if you need new clothes.”

That made her laugh out for some reason. “I always need new clothes.”

Was it him, or was she teasing him? She surely put on a brave face, it was rather impressive.

In the way to the airport, where his helicopter waited, she made a so called 'boomerang' for her Instagram, swearing that she looked not to show of.

“As long you make no records of me or my men, I have no trouble with you playing around. I don't want you to miss a thing.”, Safin told her, relishing in the fact that she sat aside him in the car.

“Oh, I have to make a video of the Heli fly!”, she responded excited. Her green eyes glowing in anticipation and glee, she turned to the window at her side.

“I'm actually glad to leave a bit early. It is sooo boring here! Nobody lives here, and Papa can only talk about his work.

“And mama?”

Halyna rolled her eyes. “Charity. Child hospitals. Homeless shelter, soup kitchen, and so on. Of course,”, Halyna pointed out, “she is just looking for excuses to hold parties and collect money for the cause.” She leaned over and whispered conspiratorial: “She is more often away than Papa. I even sometimes think she has an affair - but don't tell papa! Will break his hard.”

Safin lift his hand to cover his mouth. She was a Papa-girl, how could he think otherwise?

Safin was sure, if he would tell her about her father's mistresses, she would not believe him. So he let it slight.

“I shall not tell him, I promise”, he whispered even so conspiratorial and patted her arm.

“Now, tell me, how often did you travel with a helicopter before?”

Halyna inhaled deep and bit her lower lip - Safin found himself nearly unable to threw his eyes from her mouth after that.

“We always take the yacht to get to the main land. And the Rovers for the inland tours.”, she confessed sheepishly.

“Then you are in for a treat.”, Safin rejoy, as he smiled as encouraging as possible to Halyna.

“The weather is nice, the evening is wind still and cloudless, and when we arrive there will be already stars on the night sky. I am positive, when you are recording the flight, you get some awesome.. Reels? Is that the word?”

Halyna laughed and wrinkled her nose. “Yes, dyadya, that's the word. Oh, I'm so excited!”

She clashed gleefully her hands together, while Safin just watched her in aww, not fully realizing what he got himself into.

But he wondered how boring a teen could get on his island. It was probably time for some rearrangements and some renovations. Perhaps he could count on her help and assistance for that?

Arriving at the airport, she jumped out, starting to make pictures, while the chauffeur carried her two bags to the helicopter.

“Wow! That thing is big?”, she cheered as she inspected the helicopter.

“I'm flying quite often, so I want some comfort.”, Safin explained, as he climbed in. He reached for her hands to help her up the short steps and direct her to the window seat.

“Use your seat belts, Halyna.”, he warned her anyway. Too easily, a gust of wind can shake one on the ride.

She started to pout. “Must I?”

Safin didn't answer at first, but got through the scenarios in his mind. Eventually he smiled as soft as possible as he sat aside her.

“No.” He himself fixed his seat belt and leaned in to her, while he boldly wrapped his right arm around Halyna's middle. “I will hold you safe. And you have more space for your videos. Savvy?”

His face close to hers, he watched her blush. “Oh. Okay?”, she chirped, embarrassed and focused quickly on her phone.

While she acted busy - or maybe she was to prepare the recording - he held still. Her body was lean and small, but even soft and warm. A female, soft touch was just was he was missing all the time. Halyna was in his eyes perfect to give him that. Her curiosity, excitement, as her ignorance to some subjects made her an easy target. Safin had to remind himself that she was not to underestimate, though. After all, she was a daughter of Zorin.

Inhaling her flowerish perfume - he guessed Kenzo - and watching interested how she scrolled through her phone to make the right setting for the light and movement for a film, he remembered the newer information he had collected about the Zorin family.

The two elder daughter were married. How happily he could not say. But the circumstances of upbringing, as also the fact that both are acting as perfect trophy wives, let him hope Halyna was taught to be more - - behaving. Subversive.

I will find out, he thought to himself, leaning back in his seat. His right hand soothing on the lower back of Halyna's, he observed her gestures. She was still a bit flustered, ignoring his hand for peace’s sake.

It's a start.

[crewman-penelope]

Rust and Stardust

Lyutsifer Safin x ofc, explicit, non-con, grapefruit, lemon, dark!Safin, love-stroke, love fever, oh! to storm the walls of Troy like a mad man!

1. Severo-kurilsk

2. Strictly business

3. Sweet anticipation

4. Becoming cozy

She was out the moment the Heli landed. Safin wanted to throw in a word of warning, but Primo was quicker. The soldier catched her and draw her quickly away from the harsh twirl of the rotator blades.

Safin stepped out, bending under the blade wind, his mouth a thin line.

He wanted to slap her for her stupidity. Or Primo for laying a hand on her. Both was uncalled for, tho.

Halyna looked apologizing to Safin, and rushed to him, after Primo freed her from his grip.

“Don't be mad, dyadya. I didn't think..”

“Indeed”, he grumbled. His face soften the moment she linked her arm with his.

“Just don't do this again. Or I have ask Primo to spank you.”, he warned her stiffly.

Halyna started to giggle, but became serious by Safin's expression.

“Wait, seriously!?”

Safin couldn't hide a smirk by her shocked expression.

“No. Of course not.”, he said. He could not resist to tease her, and went on: "I will do that myself.”

“Stop it!”, she laughed and swiped her phone out. “Oh, my.. Just three bars.”

Safin tried his best not to roll his eyes, while he guard her to the entrance of his sub pen.

Halyna rose a eye brow.

“What is that? Did you live inside a bunker!?”

“It isn't so bad. It looks better on the inside. And by daylight there is a park to enjoy.”, he hurried to explain. “But you will see.”

Halyna tried to recording, but Safin covered her phone.

“Not here. And not my ugly face. Come on now, let me get you out of the chill night air.”

He rushed inside with her, his body light, endorphins working against his normally pain.

Halyna shrieked out as they both walked inside. “I have no internet!”

Safin patted her arm.

“Don't fret. The thick walls of the bunker are shielding the signal. Come one.”, he draw her forward. “I'm my media room you will find a full signal. You can call your mother and tell her you arrive safe on my island.”

The view of the special room, equipped with satellite TV and board games, calmed her a bit down.

“Oh good! 5 bars.”, she sighed. Without looking around she walked single-minded to the plush sofa, sat down and scrolled through her instagram.

Safin watched her confused. Her behavior was bewildering to him. But - he was an old-fashioned man not used to such a young woman. He got the feeling she will teach him one or two lessons.

“I'll look for a proper quarter for you. Your visit is unexpected, so we have to arrange something.”, he said and squeezed her shoulder.

She turned to ask: “No guest rooms?”

He paused, thinking of the prison cell he has.

“No. Not yet that is. I will need your help to get something properly furnished after your fashion.”

“I can create my own room?”

Safin smiled by her enthusiasm. “Yes, of course. I told you, I want to treat you like a princess. And a princess deserve only the best.”

She grinned and throw him a kiss, a silly gesture, that weaken Safin's knees.

He cleared his throat.

“There is nothing I will deny you, Halyna. But now call your mother. I send some tea and fingerfood for you.”

Turning around, his chest nearly bursting, he strolled out of the room. Blood rushing in his ear and he had to Fokus where he stepped, tunnel vision overcoming him.

'This will be fantastic or a absolut failure. There is no middle ground.'

After he went into the kitchen to order a 'goodnight tea' for Halyna, he looked after the room Primo's men try to prepare. Try was the key word here.

“The cleaning crew was already here, but we have not yet the proper furniture. It will delivered tomorrow morning.”, Primo informed him. His right hand pointed to the naked cement walls. “We need some paint also, and the heating system is not yet fixed.”

Safin sighed, as if this was not getting after his imagined plan.

“Well, get me a second futon in my quarter. She will survive it for some nights.”

Primo eyed him curious. “What is her status?”

Safin does not gather at once, what he meant.

“Is she allowed to walk freely around?”

“Of course not! She is a guest, and will be allowed only in the first floor. Main room, media room, my quarters.”, he counted on his fingers. “The moment she tries to set a food into the garden, you call me. She is not to be alone in it. For obvious reason.”

He pursed his lips and overthinking his order. “And tell Obruchev to check the antidotes we have.”

Primo nodded with a hint of amusement on his face. He was curious how this will go for sure.

As he eventually entered the media room again, feeling clearing in his mind, he found Halyna chatting with Alysa.

“ - u call me the moment he tries something! Your father and I using every way to get the money together. Just held on for a week, maybe two -”

Safin stopped in his track. Neither Halyna nor Alysa had seen in yet. He walked backward out of the room to get at the next intercom.

Did Alysa truly think she gets her daughter back!? Yes, he told her, this was just business - but she was cleverer than that. Perhaps it was time for drastic measures.

“Primo? Forget the room for now. I have a more important mission for you...”

[crewman-penelope]

Rust and Stardust

Lyutsifer Safin x ofc, explicit, non-con, grapefruit, lemon, dark!Safin, love-stroke, love fever, oh! to storm the walls of Troy like a mad man!

1. Severo-kurilsk

1. Strictly business

At first, the men drank in silence.

Safin was relieved to see that Zorin staid with tea, and not with some alcoholic beverage.

Then he wondered why.

Eventually, Zorin cleared his throat.

"Lyutsifer.. How are you truly feeling?”

"What do you think, Maksimilian? Disgusted. Betrayed. Embarrassed for my late father. You were is closes friend!”

“It's never this... Easy. You were not in my shoes-”

“I am now. I am a businessman first -

“Stop this, Lyutsifer!”, Zorin suddenly shouted out.

Safin looked at the man, his face a mix of shock as discussed. The man in front of him showed a grey face, sweaty in anger - or was it fear? - the pupils of his eyes wide and dark.

“You 'were' once a businessman.”, he hissed lowly, and pointed at Zorin. “Now you are nothing more than a gambler. Without much luck, anyway.”

Zorin rubbed his face and sniffed, his gesture annoyed as embarrassed.

“How can you judge me, coming from old money? Your father and I -”

“THAT was a long time ago. The company is mine, and beside your little speciality in virus manufacture, you brought no money into this company. On the contrary, you lost money.”

Zorin opened his mouth. Safin rose his hand to stop him.

“The microchip business, the horse races, the gambling.. You lost 30 million dollars in ONE YEAR!”

Zorin stared silently on the table plate, his fingers fiddling, his expression that of a pouting child.

That was, what had Safin set off the most. Maksimilian did not understand the significance of his actions. Anger boiled inside him. 30 millions may be not much in his business, but -

“The circumstance that you used company accounts for transferring loans to customers bank accounts and back, surely to hide the money laundry behind it, is unforgivable. One does NOT do this.”

Zorin swallowed, but dared to look at Safin.

“That wasn't the chat I expected.”, he whispered. “I believed you would be more considering the base of your fa-

“My father is death.”, Safin hissed. “And you should be more grateful still to be alive.”

He tried to speak as calm as possible, tried to hold on business terms, tried not to remember that he had sit in dyadya Maksimilian lap.. He felt just betrayed.

Eventually he took a deep breath, licking his lips and shook his head before he proposed:

“You will stay at the lead CEO of the Kiln Institute, but the access to the business accounts will be cut. I'll send you next week a new account and tax adviser, to look properly through your books. You will give him access to everything.”, he started to demand. Not an ask, the tone of his voice made that clear.

“Your CEO role in САФИН pharmaceuticals will be only on the paper for now. You will have no right to vote nor to call in meetings, before the 'lost' money is found. When the affair is cleaned up, you will retire. Did I make myself clear?”

Safin watched Zorin's reaction to that, surprised to see relief, not panic, in the older man's eyes. May it be the urge of giving this man - this traitor - a last kick as he already was pushed on the ground, Safin had a moment of enlightenment.

“To make it clear; I need an insurance that you will be held up the conditions.”

“What kind of insurance you have in mind? You know I have nothing but the Institute now.”

“Than a deposit.”, Safin said. “A pawn.”

“What - what Pawn?”, Zorin asked.

“Something - someone - you want back.”

Zorin acted suddenly wide awake and alarmed. “What are you saying here? Listen, Lyutsifer.. I.. You are not thinking what I'm thinking?”

Safin stayed silent, waiting for Zorin to spit it out.

Zorin laughed out. An ugly, mad outburst, as he rose from his chair.

“You are not expecting to send Alysa with you!?”

Lyutsifer inhaled deep and frustrated. “No. Of course not. It's your daughter, who will spend some time on my island.”

Zorin opened his mouth to shut it again. His head shaking in shock, his eyes rapidly blinking, he tried to understand Lyutsifer's words.

“Youuu..! You come into MY HOUSE!?”, Zorin screamed, his face becoming red, “And you DARE to threaten me? Give me a reason not to call one of my men-”

“There are not more 'your' men. I pay much better.

Safin's voice, low and rasp, made still the effort to cut Zorin off so easily.

A thick and awkward silent settled in the room, as Zorin sat slowly down, processing Safin's words.

“It's not about the money, Lyutsifer. Not really.”, Zorin tried eventually to explain with shaking voice. Defeated. “I will find a way, I promise you! There is no need to be this drastic!”

Safin watched him. The eyes wide, filled with - - fear? The thin, gray face was deep furrowed by age. An ugly face.

“Don't tell me it is about honour or friendship.”, Safin mumbled, the tone of his voice bored. He looked at his nails, enjoying the distress of the older man.

“It is business. Simple as that. You get the pawn back after your businesses is cleaned up. If you are not able to repay me in a year, the pawn stays with me. Simple.”

He faced Zorin, curious to see the man's reaction, gleeful, knowing he is in charge of this situation. How very satisfying.

“Halyna is no pawn.”, Zorin answered lame.

“Chose your next words more wisely, 'dyadya' Maks.”, Safin responds coldly. He was getting annoyed. This leads to nothing.

He attempted to get up. “We are fin-”

“No!”, Zorin threw in. “No.”, he repeated himself, looking down at his hands. “We - we shall proceed. I have to speak to Alysa first, though.”

“Of course.”, Safin purred. “You do that. I will pack. My helicopter will arrive after dinner.”

*

Dinner was lovely.

Safin decided to shove away the discussion he had with Dr. Zorin beforehand, and to focus on the family time.

He did enjoy that. Alysa, not knowing about her husband's failures, was kind and motherly, making him welcoming as forcing him to have a second course, until Safin assured her that he was truly full.

“I will fall asleep in my helicopter on my way home.”, he joked, having some grapes and vanilla pudding for dessert.

“She is always like this.”, Halyna chirped in, as she took a spoon full of pudding.

Safin focused just too gladly on her. The whole dinner she had been silent, probably a bit taken aback of him, and he had wondered if it was his scars.

Their eyes met, and he smiled at soft as possible to her.

“I can imagine. You are very lucky to have such a mother.”

She seemed not to know how to answer. Throwing a questioning glance at her mother, he assumed she was afraid to say something wrong.

“It's okay, Halyna.”, he said, his heart in his throat. “My mother died a long time ago. That did not mean I have forgotten her, but I allow myself to get spoiled by this rare occasion anyway.”

He watched with delight Halyna's blush.

“I'm sorry, dyadya Lyutsifer.”, she mumbled, and twirled her spoon in her pudding potion. “Maybe you need a family too? On your island?”

Safin's smile froze. He even could feel Maks tensing up beside him.

'Did she ears drop?', he wondered, not daring to look at Zorin.

Alysa seemed not to care, as she chatted to Halyna.

“Don't play with your food, sweetie. When you're finished you can show Lyutsifer my garden. Perhaps a little stroll will help him get over his food coma.”

Halyna laughed out, a light and melodic sound, that stabbed Lyutsifer right in his chest.

“I'll love that.”, he mumbled.

Halyna jumped from her chair and walked light footed to the next door. She threw a glance over her shoulder to Safin. “Then come, dyadya.”

Safin grinned and nodded as he followed her to the little green house. Behind him, he could hear Zorin starting to talk to his wife.

Safin and Halyna walked for a long moment without a word.

The green house, tropical warm and filled with all shades of green and brown, was the home of aloe vera and geraniums, bellflowers and roses. Not a pharmaceutical garden for sure, but one for the eyes and the nose to enjoy.

His little elf strolled aside him, but did not point out to plants or flowers, but was more or less pouting.

Looking at her, her sweet visage, the golden hair, the sun kissed naked shoulders, his body stiffen up in a way he thought he wasn't able to. Not any more. How had she changed that?

Eventually he cleared his throat and dared to ask her.

“You had listened by the door, right?”

That was blunt. Even risky. But she was not this little and surely able of an adult conversation.

She froze - a gleeful view to him - and turned slowly to him.

“Papa had lost your company a lot of money, did I get that right?”

Safin's eyes wandering up her face, to hold a moment at her lips, before focusing on her eyes again.

“Yes, quite a lot in a short time.”

She swallowed and started to fiddle with the end of her hair. Safin gritted his teeth not to scream by this cute gesture.

“It's business. Nothing, that should have included you.”

“You included me.”, she said low. “Why is that?”

Safin watched her intensive, Halyna's face open and questioning, her eyes - oh, this green, wide eyes! - close to tears. He felt a throb in his lower abdomen as he tried to breathe calmly.

“You are the most treasured person in your fathers' life. He will be doing anything to get your back. You shall see. He will not need a year to make up for his mistakes. Anyway..”, he lifted both his hands to show defeat. “No matter where you are staying, you will be safe and treated like a princess. You don't have to be worried about that.”

Halyna gazed at him a moment searchingly, even looked him up head to toe, and he took careful a step back from her. He actually waited for her to shout, or to whine, but she truly took her time to think this through. As she spoke again, he knew he had her. Way too easily for his taste, but nevertheless!

“Did you have Wi-Fi on your island?”

[crewman-penelope]

Rust and Stardust

Lyutsifer Safin x ofc, explicit, non-con, grapefruit, lemon, dark!Safin, love-stroke, love fever, oh! to storm the walls of Troy like a mad man!

Severo-kurilsk

No man's land.

A veldt, grey and brown, dusty, here and there some barracks.

Homeless dogs strolling along the muddy main street. A cat on the roof. Blooming weed in the corner of a closed warehouse.

Safin watched the abandoned buildings from the backseat of the limousine.

The car drove smooth and silent along the street, the sky grey and covered by heavy rain clouds. The light was irresistible, giving the scenery a weird touch. A Natural filter of loneliness.

The little village was a backdrop of course. Just enough to trick backpack tourists and non-locals.

A governmental funded playground for his dyadya.

Not his real uncle, for sure - but the closes' thing he has for a family member.

Years ago, his father Gostan made a deal. Some said he had sold his soul for wealth. Alas, it was prestige and power his father wanted.

A pharmaceutical by heart and blood, it was the support of the russian government that helped him. This and his very best friend, dyadya Maksimilian Zorin.

The moment the both men had put their knowledge together, they became the most powerful people of Russia.

Need a special medication? A vaccine for a new virus? A more resistant virus? A natural poison? A sudden illness for a party member of the opposite? Dr. Zorin and Dr. Safin were your answer.

This was a long time ago, though.

Safin leaned back in the seat and looked at an elongated barrack, the windows closed with planks, the walls stained and dusty. He knew it wasn't abandoned nor empty. One of Dr. Zorin's laboratories were hidden in it. Just for tests on the local flora. The real virus centre were deep down, under the clinic.

Safin pressed down the urge to shiver. He hadn't good memories of the clinic.

Yes, the doctors there saved his life. The year of coma and recovery in it was a nightmare nevertheless. Until today, he could not step inside a hospital without gagging. The smell alone...

He rubbed his hands together, a nervous gesture he could not avoid, his dry fingers massaging his arthritis swollen knuckles. Living relic of adoleszenz time. He will never be a healthy man, no matter how hard Dr. Zorin tried.

Deep in thought, he didn't recognize the limo driving in a clean forecourt to park. White pebbles and flower beds, a servant, opening the door for him.

He stepped slowly out, overlooking the offered hand. He still doesn't need a cane, nor a helping hand, and he was quite proud of it. Ignoring the servant, he looked at the grand house front, while in the back the chauffeur tent to his luggage.

A moment later, the host rushed out of the mansion. A beaming smile on his face, Dr. Zorin walks to Safin. The old man in his early seventies was still lean and strong, his eyes bright.

Safin expected a handshake, but Zorin ignored it, grabbed him by his shoulders to give him a warm, russian greeting.

Wet kisses in both cheeks, while jubilating  "Lyutsifer! My good man!”, but luckily no kiss on the mouth.

“Dr. Zorin..", Safin stuttered flustered, just to got cut off.

“Dyadya Maks, remember?”, Dr. Zorin said and eyed Safin intensive.

“Are you tired? You don't look tired. You're looking rather good. Alysa prepared an imbiss for you. You remember Alysa? Gosh, I'm glad you are here...”

Safin blinked and tried to filter the words, Zorin bubbled out on him.

“Alysa.”, he mumbled.

“Oh, you remember Alysa? You called her tetya..”

Safin stopped track and looked to the mansion, then to Zorin.

“Of course. She always had candy in her purse. Caramel seal puller.”

He could not hide a smile by the though.

“Right!”

An uncomfortable pat on his shoulder. He let it slight.

“Come now.. Let me show you around. You will tell me if you need to rest, yes?”

Zorin managed on the short way into the house to fill Safin in with his family tree, a swall of information and flashbacks, while Safin tried not to show exhaustion.

He wasn't sure any more if it was such a good idea to visit the past. He reminded himself of the opportunities this reconnecting could give him business-related. And at the end wasn't it some sweet memories they shared?

The inside of the house was warm and cosy. An obsession with chintz was to expected by the age of his host. It made the furnitures just more comfortable. Sitting in an antic armchair, a small table with a beautiful flower bouquet aside him, Safin looked around.

Alysa's female touch was clearly to see.

The moment Alysa joined the both men, Safin got the feeling the room became even more warmer.

She was still a gorgeous woman - even more as he remembered by the last time they had met, now nearly 15 years ago. Small and thin, nearly gaunt, it was her fair feature and long blond hair that let her look younger than she was, with her close to 60.

She had a smile like sun shine, warm and bright, and Safin wonders how she was able to spread such positivity after all these years.

It can't be easy to be married to a man like Zorin.

Not with his background, his low business moral and the need for mistresses.

But Alysa stood strong, reaching out for Safin's hands to take them carefully in here.

“Lyutsifer.”, she whispered and leaned in to give him a forehead kiss. Safin felt uncomfortably touched by her gesture. He squeezed her hands gentle. “Tetya.”, he muttered bashful, what made her laugh out in glee.

“Ah, you remember?”, she beamed. “My poor Lyutsifer, it's been too long. You should not have turned your back on us - especially not for work related reason.”, she scolded him softly while caressing the back of his hands.

He nodded in agreement. “I needed the space. But I do understand I was rather selfish to left you behind.”, he said in an attempt to apologize without losing face.

“Of course. You had to learn to be on your own feet. Especially with an inheritance like your father left you. I'm glad you found your way back.”

She changed a look with her husband. Safin watched her. She was hesitant to proceed. Didn't want to step on his toes. He appreciated that.

“Maks said you prepared some lunch for us?”, he tried to change the subject.

Alysa smiled wide. “Yes, Lyutsifer. The table is setted in the winter garden. Let us get through then, shall we?”

*

He will always remember the first glance he had on his fair. 

She was her mother's daughter, in look as gesture. 

All sun-kissed fragile limbs and wheat hair. It felt in soft cascades, single strands glimming like gold. She had her mother's heart shaped face too, a childish, round version with a raspberry mouth. 

Safin's first thought was "I wonder how she taste“, and he knew he was lost. 

“Oh, Lyutsifer, I don't think you knew our youngest?”, Zorin cheered. “We had a little happy accident.” 

Safin watched the fawn turning to him, while his throat tighten.

He could hear his own blood pumping in his ear, while his heart tried its best to jump out of his chest. 

He had heard of this kind of love-stroke. Men, losing their mind upon the beauty and innocent of a woman, willingly to start a war, to storm the castle, to slay the dragon... But that wasn't love. It was lust he felt. 

“ — and Halyna stays over the Easter holidays, before she travels back to school.”

Safin blinked and inhaled sharply. 

“I'm sorry.”, he mumbles and forced himself to a smile, fully aware how ugly it would make him. “I think I have to check my sugar.” 

He looked down to his hand, where Halyna's small one still rested, in an attempt to greet him. Safin understood he had just shockingly daydreamed the introduction away. 

“I apologize, my dear.”, he brought out, and Halyna stepped aside to point to the table in the wintergarden. "Mama prepared something to eat. Perhaps you try some?” 

It was so shyly and proper spoken, Safin could not bring himself to answer, to overload his rasp, murmur voice with hers. 

 For an embarrassing moment, all three made a fuzz about him, until he sat and had some finger food. 

All three watched him as he chewed and sipped at his tea, but his eyes were glued on Halyna. 

Of course, her name was Halyna. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

He sighed and licked his fingers, drew his eyes from Halyna, and used his napkin. 

“That was needed. Thank you, Alysa.”, he faced his hostess with a fine smile. 

“I suppose you men need now some space for business talk?”, she responded, showing him her warm smile. 

“Indeed.”, Zorin interjected and got up, to rest his hand on Safin's shoulder. 

Safin didn't answer, but his eyes wandered back to Halyna. 

She sat there carefree, nibbled at a sandwich, her bare legs under her shirt half crossed dangling. She had lost one of her slippers. Safin found himself not able to look away from her big toe. Thankfully, Alysa ushered her daughter out with her. 

“Then we see you later at dinner.”, she said gleefully, taking Halyna by her hand. She turned a last time around to add: “Halyna can show you the garden after dinner. It is not so huge like Gostan's, but I'm very proud of it.” 

Zorin started to hush his wife, but Safin spoke over him. “I'm looking forward to it, Halyna.”, giving mother and daughter an encouraging smile. 

The door closed behind the woman, and Safin felt a sudden emptiness that caused pain inside his chest. 

'Lust. It is just lust. Stupid.', he reminded himself. 

He watched Zorin from the corner of his eyes pouring more tea and forced himself to focus on his host. 

'Now is not the time to make plans', he thought to himself. 'Troy wasn't destroyed in one day.'