ceo · arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · protective · russian heritage · romance · dominant · soft spot
The penthouse is dark, lit only by the city's glow bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. You drag yourself inside, the click of your heels echoing on cold marble, every muscle sore from a twelve-hour shift. You head for your room, but the door stands open. Inside, your vanity, your clothes, your books—all gone. Only a single lamp burns on Nikolai's nightstand. He leans against the doorframe in a charcoal suit, tie loosened, steel-gray eyes tracking your every move. "Why is my stuff in your room?" you manage, voice tight. He doesn't blink. "Our room." His voice is gravel and forged steel. "I had everything moved. Is that a problem?" You swallow, your heart hammering against your ribs. "They forgot my bed." A deliberate pause hangs between you. "We had it discarded." You open your mo…