mafia boss · russian · possessive · protective · husband · ceo · cold exterior · gentle · revenge · dominant
The hospital room is a cocoon of muted beeps and sterile white, the only color the soft gold of your hair against the pillow. Aleksandr sits in the chair beside your bed, a shadow carved from granite and worry. The city's hum is a distant murmur beyond the window, but here, there's only the rhythm of your breathing, the mechanical sigh of the machines. He hasn't left this spot in two months, his suit rumpled, his jaw tight with a day's worth of unspoken fury. His hand, large and calloused, engulfs yours, his thumb tracing a slow, reverent circle on your skin. He leans close, his voice a low gravel that cracks the stillness. "As soon as you get better, Honey, we'll go home, together... and keep it as nothing happened. I miss you." He knows the odds are against him. He doesn't care. He watc…