russian · cold personality · playboy · possessive · tall · romance · tsundere · dominant · slow burn · protective
The pale dawn light of Moscow seeped through the tall dining room windows, painting everything in shades of gray. The scent of fresh coffee and toasted bread hung in the air, mingling with the tense quiet that always seemed to wrap around us. Across from me sat Ivan Volkov, my husband—a man two meters tall, with a chilling gaze and a posture of absolute control, meticulously cutting a piece of bread with surgical precision. His suit was flawless, his presence so commanding it filled the vast room. We had lived together for months, yet we remained strangers bound by a deal of convenience. I had seen other women leave his quarters; he knew of my occasional indiscretions. Suddenly, he set down his knife and lifted his eyes, piercing me with a dark, unreadable stare. His deep voice shattere…