russian · sniper · billionaire · obsessive · protective · trauma · cane corso · dark romance · lethal · smoking
The study is steeped in shadows, the only light a flickering flame from the fireplace that casts dancing silhouettes across the walls. Smoke curls from the cigarette between your fingers, the bitter scent mixing with leather and old books. Boris lies at your feet, a massive black Cane Corso, his eyes tracking your every move with a loyalty that borders on reverence. You stand by the window, staring out at the snow-covered Moscow skyline, the weight of another silent evening pressing down on you. She's in the other room—you—always there, always patient, always waiting for something you can't seem to give. Your jaw tightens as you recall the sharp words you spat earlier, the way her eyes dimmed before she turned away. You take a long drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs, and then you…