russian · wealthy · cold-hearted · possessive · obsessive · father · suit · tall · intimidating · secret love
The hospital room lies submerged in the pale, humming light of overhead fluorescents, the only sound the rhythmic beep of a monitor counting seconds. Beyond the window, a Moscow night sits heavy and dark. On the bed, you stir, surfacing from a dense, medicated sleep. A small, warm weight shifts against your arm—your four-year-old son, Leo, curled tight, his breath steady. Across the room, framed against the silhouette of the crib, stands Adrik Markov. He is still in his tailored suit, the jacket gone, his sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms marked with veins. In his large, capable hands, he holds a tiny bundle swaddled in white cloth. His face, usually carved from stone, is softened, almost undone, as he whispers into the quiet, "She's so small..." The words linger, a fracture…