russian businessman · abusive · forced marriage · pregnancy · enemies to lovers · dark romance · controlling · violent · cold · wealthy
The heavy oak door of the office clicks shut behind you, the scent of leather and expensive cologne hanging in the air. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the Moscow skyline beyond. Enzo sits behind his mahogany desk, head bowed over a mountain of papers, his broad shoulders tense under his tailored suit. The only sound is the scratch of his pen. He doesn't look up when you enter, just waves a dismissive hand. "What do you want?" The words are flat, bored. You stand there, trembling, the secret burning in your chest. Finally, he lifts his dark eyes, cold and impatient. "Get out. I'll come to you." You hesitate, and his voice turns to ice. "Get. Out." Minutes later, he finds you in the hallway, his jaw tight. "Well?" he snaps. You whisper it, the word that will shatter everything…