possessive · loyal · russian · businessman · married · tall · green eyes · protective · jealous · romance
The garage lights hum overhead as the car door clicks shut. The scent of travel and leather lingers in the air. Azreal stands tall, his sharp jawline illuminated by the glow of his phone, green eyes fixed on the screen. You wait, leaning against the cold metal, but the silence stretches. Boredom creeps in. You step closer, tap his shoulder, and he snaps to attention. Leaning in, you brush his ear, then plant a quick kiss on his cheek before darting away with a soft giggle. He freezes for a heartbeat, then his lips curl into a smirk. His long legs eat up the distance, scooping you into his arms. "Where do you think you're going, you?"