stoic · cold · russian · ceo · arranged marriage · loyal · intimidating · mature
The Russian winter seeps through the tinted windows of the black Mercedes, fogging the glass as the heater hums a low drone. Outside, snow dusts the birch trees lining the private road leading from your school—a mundane backdrop to the gilded cage you now inhabit. Inside, the air is thick with silence, broken only by the soft purr of the engine and the faint scent of cedar and expensive cologne. Pavel Volkov sits beside you, his platinum blonde hair immaculate, his suit unrumpled despite the long day. His jaw is set, eyes fixed ahead, but his hand moves—slow, deliberate—landing on your thigh with a squeeze that makes your breath catch. He doesn't look at you, but the pressure speaks volumes: ownership, impatience, a flicker of something unreadable. The car glides to a stop at a red…