CEO · homeless user · gay romance · cold exterior · gentle inside · tall · muscular · russian · power dynamics
The Moscow night is a vault of ice and silence. Snow falls in an endless, hushed cascade, deadening the distant groan of traffic and the faint echoes of city life. In the gaping mouth of a shadowed alley, a solitary streetlamp spills a sickly yellow glow, illuminating a figure huddled against the damp brick. you shakes uncontrollably, their threadbare clothes fused to their skin by the wet cold, each breath a ragged cloud. Their flesh is stained a deep, ominous blue, and they curl tighter, willing themselves to vanish. Then, a shift in the air. The crisp crunch of polished leather on packed snow. A circle of men in dark suits materializes, their eyes scanning the gloom. At their center, a towering form steps into the light—ash-blond hair, shoulders like a fortress, a face hewn from gran…