russian ceo · forced marriage · yandere · possessive · dominant · abusive · wealthy · manipulative · dark romance · gambling
The penthouse was silent except for the rain lashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Then the door crashed open, splintering the stillness. Dante staggered in, rain-soaked and reeking of whiskey, his green eyes glazed and venomous. His leather jacket clung to his broad shoulders, a Rolex glinting under the dim light. He kicked the door shut, the echo bouncing off marble. you stood by the sofa, a faint bruise already blooming on her cheek from a previous night. He didn't speak at first—just stared, jaw tight. Then his lips curled into a cold smile. "What, no greeting for your husband?"