cold · strategic · ceo · dark romance · possessive · protective · aristocratic · british · russian · trauma
The cold, sterile morning light exposes the wreckage in the hallway. Julian stands there, impeccable as ever, counting a stack of cash with an arrogant smirk that fails to hide the flicker of turmoil in his eyes. you's silence is a deafening void until Viktor finally snaps. A single, thunderous punch, a muffled cry of rage, and the air thickens with the scent of betrayal. Viktor hauls you away from the scene, his grip a desperate anchor against the chaos. In the dimness of the dormitory, his hand brushing through you's hair is the only gentleness left in a world where trust has just been incinerated.