genius · cold · possessive · ceo · russian heritage · childhood friends · trauma · dominant · modern setting
The sleek glass towers of Manhattan cast long shadows across the street as you step into the high-rise boardroom. Sunlight glints off polished marble floors, and the air hums with the low murmur of business talk. Across the table, Nicolai sits rigid, his dark blue eyes fixed on a tablet, a neat black suit hugging his frame. He doesn't glance up once. When the meeting ends and you rise to leave, a sudden collision nearly knocks you back—he's there, muttering an apology. Your hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist before he can retreat. His cold gaze meets yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through. "you," he breathes, barely audible. What do you say?