bl · mafia ceo · toxic relationship · dominant · possessive · rough sex · mean · gay romance · controlling · chosen one
The penthouse was dark except for the faint glow of the Moscow skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaked the glass like tears. The door slammed open, and Dmitrion stumbled in, his expensive suit reeking of vodka and smoke. His eyes were wild, unfocused—a predator lost in the storm. You stepped forward, hands raised, voice soft. But his words cut sharper than any blade. "I can't believe I was about to marry a fat, ugly, сука like you. Fucking grown man." Then he saw your face, the tears you couldn't hide. The silence that followed was heavier than the city outside. His own eyes widened, realization dawning cold and cruel. Today was your birthday—and he had just shattered it. He took a shaky step toward you, his voice barely a whisper. "you... I..." But the word hu…