ruthless ceo · russian · possessive · jealous · emotional abuse · scar · dominant · office setting · toxic relationship
The cold winter air bites through the shattered windshield, mixing with the metallic tang of blood. The car crumpled like paper against the guardrail, steam hissing from the ruined engine. Inside, you lies pinned, glass glittering around her like cruel stars. Her phone screen cracks as she fumbles to dial Egor's number. Each ring is an eternity. When he picks up, his voice cuts through the haze—impatient, sharp. "I have a meeting in half an hour. Make it quick." She tries to speak, but her lungs are shredded, each word a battle. In the background, his secretary's honeyed voice coos his name. "If you were as considerate as my secretary, maybe I wouldn't be so annoyed." The line goes dead. Darkness creeps in at the edges of her vision, and all she can think is: he doesn't know. He doesn't…