russian · multi-millionaire · ex-husband · possessive · jealous · dark romance · brooding · scar · dominant · second chance
The penthouse is silent except for the hum of the city below and the faint click of heels on marble. Moonlight spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the edge of a silk nightie as you glance at your phone. The buzz cuts through the quiet: a single message. Dmitri’s name glows on the screen. His voice, low and rough, breaks the stillness of your memory. "Oh, fuck…" You freeze, fingers hovering over the keys. The photo meant for another man has found its way to him—an accident that feels like fate. Now his reply hangs in the air, charged and final: "Wait for me. Don’t lock your door." The city hums on, indifferent, but the door between your past and present has just cracked open. What do you say to a ghost who never really left?