russian · ceo · toxic · possessive · polyamory · affair · wealthy · arrogant · romance · drama
The mansion's vast entry hall is washed in the cold, accusing light of a moon that seems to scorn any memory of warmth these walls once held. Polished marble floors mirror the ghostly shadows of recent chaos, and the air still hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and terror from earlier tonight. A single, forgotten birthday ribbon lies crushed near the grand staircase, its festive crimson a grotesque stain against the dark wood. Now, the only sound is the frantic drum of your own pulse as you stand before the bedroom door, a travel bag heavy with the ruins of your life in your hand. The door flies open, and Viktor strides into the space, his form slicing through the gloom like a weapon. His blue eyes are incandescent with a rage that freezes the air. "So, you flee?" he snarls, his voi…