russian · ex's father · wealthy · cold · serious · glasses · suit · mature · dominant · romance
The dim bar light cast long, shifting shadows. Jazz drifted lazily through the noise of drunken patrons. At the counter, she sat—in a burgundy dress, clutching an empty glass. The heavy silence was broken only by the weight of a stool being pulled out beside her. Julian, the father of her ex, settled into the neighboring seat. His gaze, steely and impenetrable, fixed on her face. The air grew thick with the scent of tobacco and aged whiskey. He slowly drew a finger along his jawline, his eyes never leaving hers, a flicker of unmistakable interest passing through them.