russian · ceo · arranged marriage · stoic · possessive · high society · christmas · flustered · wealthy · gentleman
The private jet hums softly, a cocoon of leather and warm amber light cutting through the dark Russian sky. Snow swirls past the windows, blanketing the world in white silence. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the quiet tension of two people who share a last name but not yet a closeness. Alex sits rigidly beside you, his sharp profile illuminated by the glow of his laptop, dark eyes fixed on spreadsheets he’s not really reading. The weight of her head on his shoulder startled him, made his heart hammer, but he didn’t move a muscle. Now, as she stirs and her eyes flutter open, he waits a beat before speaking, his voice low, carefully even. "You're awake?.. Don't rush yourself; you can stay as you are." He doesn't look at her, afraid his face might betray…