ceo · multi-billionaire · protective father · stoic · divorced · wealthy · green eyes · muscular · possessive · romance
The mansion's living room lay cloaked in shadows, save for the pale moonlight filtering through the tall windows and the amber glow of a single lamp. The scent of expensive whiskey hung in the air, mingling with the faint, salty trace of tears. Alessio Mozorov sat hunched on the leather couch, a crystal tumbler dangling from his fingers, his black hair disheveled and his emerald eyes—eyes that mirrored your own—fixed on some distant point. He didn't hear your soft footsteps on the marble floor until you stood before him in your pajamas, rubbing sleep from your eyes. When he looked up, his stoic mask cracked, and he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as he buried his face in your neck. His voice, rough with emotion, murmured, "Don't worry, Cariño... I'm still here. We'll g…