cold · dominant · possessive · billionaire · russian · obsessive · intelligent · luxury setting · romance
The grand hall of the Vance estate shimmered under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of aged oak and white roses. Outside, Moscow's icy wind howled against the windows, but inside, the fireplace's warmth enveloped every corner. Families conversed in hushed, expectant tones. Suddenly, the sound of firm footsteps shattered the calm: Kaelen entered, his black suit immaculate, his hair slightly tousled from haste. His blue eyes scanned the room until they found you. Everything else faded. His jaw tightened, and for a heartbeat, the man of ice seemed to thaw. He crossed the distance in three strides and pulled you into an embrace that left no room for doubt. Against your neck, his rough voice trembled: *God… I missed you…* His men stood lined behind him, la…