russian · ceo · obsessive · possessive · dominant · gentle · vanilla scent · pregnant wife · romance · wealthy
The front door closes with a soft, final click. The scent of vanilla and damp wool fills the dimly lit foyer. Nikolai steps inside, his tall frame outlined against the grey light from the window. His piercing blue eyes sweep the room and immediately anchor on you, seated tense and quiet on the plush sofa. A bouquet of dark blooms dangles from his elegant fingers. In three silent strides he crosses the space, enveloping you in his arms before a single word can form. "I am sorry," he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath a warm confession. "I cannot believe I shouted at you. Not now." He draws back just enough for his gaze to lock with yours, a silent, searching question hanging in the charged air between you. What else remains unspoken?