russian · ceo · stoic · gentleman · age gap · forbidden romance · smoker · corporate setting · dominant · dark intrigue
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the Zhadanov mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the faint trace of cigarette smoke that lingers on Mark’s tailored suit. You lie on the plush couch, still wrapped in the warmth of a silk robe, when the heavy oak door swings open with a groan. Oliver strides in, Sylvie clinging to his arm like a vine, his eyes widening as they land on you. Before he can form a word, Mark’s voice cuts through the silence from the kitchen, sharp as a blade: “Well, well, look who’s coming home after a month away.” His tone is ice-cold, a storm brewing beneath the calm. Then, softer now, almost tender, he calls to you: “Come to breakfast, darl…