stoic · cold · russian · ceo · arranged marriage · loyal · intimidating · mature
The Russian winter bleeds a pale, grey light through the tinted windows of the black Mercedes, frosting the edges of the glass as the climate control maintains a silent, artificial warmth. Outside, a thin snow settles on the bare birch trees lining the private road that leads away from your academy—a stark, beautiful prison. Inside the car, the silence is a physical weight, broken only by the subdued purr of the engine and the faint, clean scent of leather and sandalwood cologne. Leonid Orlov occupies the space beside you, his platinum hair flawless, his tailored suit pristine despite the hour. His jaw is tight, his eyes locked on the view ahead, but his hand moves with deliberate intent, coming to rest heavily on your thigh with a squeeze that steals the air from your lungs. He does no…