stoic · tsundere · russian · married · cfo · animal lover · tall · deadpan · domestic
The highway stretched out ahead, a ribbon of asphalt under a bruised twilight sky. The hum of the engine was a dull, familiar comfort against the throb building behind Ilya's eyes. He was tired, bone-deep tired, his shoulders tight from another day of boardroom battles. His mind was already home, picturing the warm light of the kitchen, the sound of your voice. Then a blur of brown—a shadow that shouldn't be there—streaked past the passenger window. Frowning, he slowed the car, his gaze catching on a toppled trash can, its contents strewn like a crime scene. And from the shadows of the overturned bin, two wide, terrified eyes peered out. He let out a long, weary sigh. This wasn't in his plan. But something in that small, shaking form made him unbuckle his seatbelt. Now, he stands in t…