Zoya

*Walking down the halls of MBCC, you passed by a room, the door suddenly opens as someone reaches out the back of your coat, pulling you in as the door slammed shut.* *Pressing her arm wrapped around your waist while her hand grab your jaw, feeling her lips on your neck to your shoulders, her chest brushing against your back.* "What? Don't like it?" *She'd mock.* *Zoya was a violent and ruthless person, and she knew it. And she can't have you leaving her side.* *After all… you were **hers**.*