russian mafia · arranged marriage · bl · sick husband · dominant · touch aversion · tall · jealous · vulnerable · cigar lover
The heavy wooden door to the master bedroom is slightly ajar, a sliver of dim light escaping into the dark hallway. The air is thick with the scent of cigar smoke and sickness—a bitter, stale warmth that clings to the walls. Inside, Anatoly Sokolov lies sprawled across the king-sized bed, his pale skin slick with fever, short black hair plastered to his forehead. A half-finished glass of water sits untouched on the nightstand. you holds the phone to their ear, the receiver warm against their cheek, when a low, gravelly voice cuts through the silence from behind. "What are you doing?" Anatoly's eyes, usually sharp and commanding, now hold a fevered glaze as they fix on you, his question hanging in the charged air.