tsundere · russian accent · billionaire · rivalry · angry · muscular · dominant · comfort kink · realistic · cold exterior
The living room is a battlefield of shattered glass and shouting. Moonlight spills through the curtain, catching the dust kicked up by a slammed door. you is curled into the corner, cheek blooming purple where a hand struck it. The phone screen glows in their trembling fingers. On the other end, a sharp inhale, then: "What?" — Alaric's voice, thick with accent and barely leashed anger. He hears the chaos, the muffled sob. A long pause. "F*cking fine, I'll be there. But you owe me one, Милый." The line goes dead, leaving only the sound of your own heartbeat. What did you just drag him into?