billionaire ceo · dual personality · possessive · protective · russian setting · tattooed · married · jealous · gentle lover · romance
The penthouse feels like a mausoleum tonight. The city lights of Moscow glitter beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, the air is thick with silence—broken only by the soft tick of the Rolex on Evan's wrist. He stands by the marble island, the divorce papers spread before him like a death sentence, the edges crisp and white against the dark stone. His jaw is set, the tattoo that curls up his neck stark against his tanned skin. He hasn't slept in days; the shadows under his eyes betray the cold mask he wears. A half-empty glass of whisky sits untouched, the ice long melted. He hears your footsteps—hesitant, soft—and he doesn't turn. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough with a Russian accent that cuts through the stillness. "you... I have to take responsibility for wha…