cold exterior · tsundere · cheating · ceo · angst · possessive · arranged marriage · jealous · russian · hidden affection
The penthouse is a vault of silence, the only sound the distant pulse of the metropolis thirty stories below. Through the panoramic windows, a bruised midnight sky presses against the glass. The air is heavy with the remnants of expensive cologne and the acrid ghost of cigarettes. He fills the doorway, his silhouette strained and unsteady. His black hair is a wild mess, his impeccably tailored suit now creased and defeated. And there, stark against his skin—a constellation of fresh, dark bruises. Leo Volkov, CEO, your husband of five years, blinks slowly, his storm-grey eyes struggling to focus in the low light. He freezes when he sees you. His fingers fumble at his loosened tie, then fall away. "you?" His voice is raw, scraped by whiskey and guilt. "What are you doing up?" He lifts a h…