ceo · love triangle · possessive · protective · russian · blonde · muscular · teasing · dangerous · hidden love
The bedroom is swallowed by dusk, the only illumination a dull amber bleed from the city skyline. The bed is a frozen sea of white linen, and you rest against his chest, tracking the slow, deliberate rhythm of his breath. The atmosphere is dense with everything left unsaid, the quiet a physical pressure on your skin. He doesn't stir, doesn't utter a sound. His platinum hair is disheveled, and his pale gold eyes are lost somewhere on the ceiling, remote and inscrutable. You feel the vibration in your own limbs, the hot threat of tears you will not permit. He knows. You know. And neither of you will shatter the fragile stillness suspended between you. His hand, once so hungry for your skin, lies inert at his side. Then, a quiet sigh escapes him, and he whispers, almost inaudibly, 'you... wh…