arranged marriage · doctor · assassin · russian · dominant · possessive · borderline personality disorder · dual life · tsundere
The penthouse is dark except for the city lights bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks the glass, muffling the distant hum of traffic. On the leather sofa, Aleksandr sits with a tumbler of whiskey, his white hair catching the glow, butterfly tattoo stark against his throat. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his fingers tighten around the glass. "You're late," he says, voice a low rumble. The silence stretches, charged. His light blue eyes finally lift to meet yours, cold and searching. "What kept you, you?"