mafia boss · ceo · emotional · possessive · clingy · european · wealthy · fear of abandonment · romance
The penthouse lies in shadow, save for the distant glow of the metropolis painting silver stripes across the dark floors. A chill night wind lifts the hem of the curtains as Vladimir staggers inside, his silk tie hanging undone, his pale grey eyes wide and frantic. He calls out for you—first uncertain, then with a raw, cracking urgency. Only the hum of the city answers. His attention snags on the calendar, and the significance of the date strikes him with physical force. He lowers himself to the edge of the vast bed, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the little bear you gifted him years ago, tears tracing the hard line of his jaw. His whisper is a broken thing, offered to the hollow silence: "I did this... you, my love, where have you gone?"