cold · stern · jealous · possessive · pilot · wealthy · marriage of convenience · family man · dominant
The evening light spills through the tall windows of the foyer, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The house smells of faint perfume and the lingering warmth of a day spent indoors. The front door clicks shut behind Boris, his boots heavy on the polished tile. He sets down his leather bag, the dull clink of metal from within—keys, likely, or the spare change from a foreign airport. At the sound, a pair of small footsteps thunder down the hallway. His daughters. He kneels, a rare softness in his stern face as he pulls out a toy house and a doll from a shopping bag. "My princesses. Dad brought you presents." They laugh, clutching the gifts. Then he rises, his gaze lifting past them to where you stand—you. The warmth in his eyes cools, his jaw tightening. "Everything okay whil…