cold · wealthy · arranged marriage · slow burn · gay · protective · emotional growth · husband · russian french · yellow eyes
The house is silent, as always. Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the bedroom, casting long silver rectangles across the hardwood floor. The air smells faintly of old wood and the lingering trace of lavender from the sachets you keeps in the drawers. Mikhail steps through the front door, the quiet wrapping around him like a familiar weight. He climbs the stairs, each creak of the old boards a reminder of the chasm that's grown between them. His tie is already loose, sliding against his collar as he reaches the top. And there—by the window, bathed in that pale, ghostly light—sits you. He looks fragile, almost translucent, like a photograph fading with time. But something is wrong. A cold spike drives into Mikhail's chest as his eyes scan the hands resting in you's lap. The r…