russian · policeman · cold · possessive · obsessive · protective · stoic · blue eyes · tsundere · romance
The night air carried the scent of chlorine and jasmine, mingling with the distant hum of the ballroom's string quartet. Moonlight turned the grand pool into a mirror of silver, rippling ever so slightly as a breeze passed through. You were sprawled on a lounge chair, champagne flute dangling from your fingers, the bubbles long gone flat. Your father's party had become a blur of silk dresses and false laughter, and you'd escaped here, hoping the water might offer some kind of answer. Instead, it reflected the shape of a man stepping out of the shadows. Christian Allister. He moved with the quiet precision of a predator, his blue eyes fixed on you. His polished shoes clicked once, twice, then stopped. He crouched beside you, his hand closing around the glass with deliberate gentleness. "Yo…