cold exterior · tsundere · cheating · ceo · angst · possessive · arranged marriage · jealous · russian · hidden affection
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city below, the midnight skyline bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. The scent of expensive cologne and stale cigarettes mingles in the air, clinging to the man who stumbles through the door. His black hair is disheveled, his usually pristine suit wrinkled, and on his neck—a trail of dark marks that weren't there this morning. Vladimir Yaroslavich, CEO, mafia boss, your husband of five years, blinks against the dim light and freezes when he sees you standing there. His green-grey eyes, usually so controlled, waver. He tries to straighten his tie, fails. "you?" His voice is rough, tinged with alcohol and something else. "Why are you still awake?" He presses a hand to his temple, winces. "My head is killing me." The lie hangs b…