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I Am Mustafin | 45 | Perfect Poison: Part 2
Content Advisory: This chapter contains depictions of emotional manipulation, intense possessive behavior, and sexual intimacy involving elements of coercion and blurred consent that may be triggering to some. Reader discretion is strongly advised.I stand there, looking at Efrem’s reflection in the mirror as his touch lingers on my cheek. The air feels thick, making it hard to breathe, silence suspended in the air.I try to stay perfectly still, waiting for him to say something, but the pounding of my heart makes it hard to keep my chest from rising and falling erratically.“Is that what had you so unsteady in the hallway?” He finally breaks the silence, the question carrying quiet danger. “Dimitri’s threats?”Before I can answer, he spins me around and his hand slides to my throat, fingers finding the spaces between tendons like they were made to fit there. He pulls aside, clearing the dresser from my back before pinning me against the wall, his thumb settling over his name branded
I Am Mustafin | 44 | Glass Houses: Part 1
The drive home feels endless, each mile seemingly stretching into decades between heartbeats. I curl deeper into the leather seat, letting shopping bags create distance between myself and the empty seat beside me—the seat Efrem typically takes.Outside, the world passes in smears of color and shadow, but all I can see is Dimitri’s careful smile, the subtle threat behind his words. The attack on the mansion haunts me once again. The precise military coordination, the strategic timing—it carries Dimitri’s signature like a watermark. Today’s warning feels less like coincidence and more like a reminder: what he’s capable of, how far he’s willing to go.If I ask Efrem… But that thought trails into dangerous territory. He’ll either confirm my suspicions with that stoic glance that promises violence, or worse—give me one of those carefully crafted non-answers that leave me with more questions.I don’t realize we’ve reached the mansion until the car stops. I move mechanically out of the car
I Am Mustafin | 43 | Threats Dressed in Politeness
The café looks as luxurious as I remember. Everything gleams, from the marble-topped tables to the crystal chandeliers that seem to mock the morning light streaming through tall windows.Anastasiya sits across from me, perfectly poised in pale pink as she stirs her tea. The spoon never clicks against the mug—she’s too well-trained for such common sounds. Between us, untouched pastries grow stale on delicate plates while conversation drifts like smoke, pleasant and meaningless.I’m hyper-aware of Tavin standing at his post near the door, though I pretend not to be. We haven’t spoken more than necessary pleasantries in the week since… since that morning in the kitchen. Outside, Alek waits with the car, ever vigilant. But it’s Tavin’s presence that makes every breath feel like drowning.“You seem distracted,” Anastasiya says. When I meet her eyes, it’s like I can see my secrets in them, like she knows all about them. She warned me about this—about hearts that want impossible things. Abou
I Am Mustafin | 42 | Forbidden Admissions: Part 2
The kitchen is mercifully empty when Tavin and I enter. My dress clings uncomfortably to my damp skin as I move to the wine cabinet, selecting a bottle without really looking at the label. It’s barely ten in the morning, but time feels meaningless against what’s happening between us.I pour myself a generous glass, watching the red slosh. When I turn, Tavin stands at his usual post near the door, but everything about his posture screams tension. His eyes stay fixed ahead, deliberately not looking at me, but I can see his hands clenched at his sides.The first sip of wine burns going down. I settle onto one of the counter stools, letting the alcohol warm my insides as memories of the hot tub replay in my mind. But other memories surface too—Efrem’s carefully controlled violence when dealing with betrayal, the calculated way he destroys those who cross him. The way he always seems to know, always two steps ahead.Maybe he already knows… He’s just… waiting. Planning.…No. He’s too posse
I Am Mustafin | 41 | In the Absence of Him: Part 1
We lie tangled in the sheets, my head resting on Efrem’s chest as his fingers trace idle patterns on my spine. The room smells of sex and whiskey and something heavier—something that feels like the silence that follows an ending. His heart beats steady beneath my ear, a rhythm I try to focus on instead of the guilt churning in my stomach.“Are you alright?” His voice comes soft in the darkness, gentler than usual. His hand stills on my back, and I can feel him studying me though I don’t dare look up.“I’m sorry,” I whisper again, the words carrying a weight that feels impossible.“Stop.” His other hand finds my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. Even in the dim light, his eyes are intense, studying. “It was just as much my fault as it was yours. I could have stopped you.”“Why didn’t you?” The question slips out before I can stop it.He’s quiet for a long moment, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. When he finally speaks, his voice carries something raw, almost vulnerable.
I Am Mustafin | 40 | The Ghost of Goodbye
Content Advisory: This chapter contains themes of intense emotional vulnerability, moral conflict, and explicit description involving unhealthy coping mechanisms. Reader discretion is advised.I lie awake in our bed, the silk sheets feeling too cold against my skin. The clock on the nightstand reads well past midnight, each tick seeming to mock my racing thoughts. My fingers keep finding my lips, remembering a kiss I’m trying desperately to forget. The ghost of Tavin’s touch haunts me, making the weight of Efrem’s necklace feel heavier against my throat.I didn’t take it off. I couldn’t. There’s some part of me that thought leaving it on would somehow erase the guilt.It hasn’t.When the bedroom door finally opens, I smell the whiskey before I see him. Efrem moves through the darkness with that casual grace he maintains even when drinking, though tonight his movements seem heavier. The light from the small bedside lamp catches on the glass in his hand—fuller than his usual evening dri
I Am Mustafin | 28 | The Edge of Submission
I like to think I handle things fairly well. When you've lived a life like mine, you'd imagine few things could truly faze you. And while it's true that I've come to appreciate my ability to respond adequately under hostility, I don't think anything could've prepared me for what I learned tonight.
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-31I Am Mustafin | 27 | Shattering Truth
“How are you feeling?” Isaak asks softly as he walks beside me up the stairs.I glance at him briefly, studying him for a moment before shrugging. “I'm fine,” I respond dryly.I've spent so much time worrying about questions involving him that I never stopped
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-30I Am Mustafin | 26 | A Quiet Sunday
As I sit here, sipping orange juice from my glass, I find myself grateful for small mercies—namely, the absence of a hangover. It's 2 PM, and I've only managed to drag myself out of bed and down to the dining table about 30 minutes ago.It's Sunday, and I know better than to expect Efrem's company.
آخر تحديث : 2026-03-29I Am Mustafin | 25 | Sunrise
“You take care, hon!” Amara exclaims, pressing a can of sparkling water and a sealed straw into my hands. She leans in, whispering conspiratorially, “These are for later,” as she discreetly slips a small plastic bag into my sweater pocket.“Baby, they've gotta get going,” Deonta'e intervenes, his a
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