cold-hearted · ceo · possessive · slow burn · revenge · russian · grumpy · multi-billionaire · secret caring · trauma
The penthouse is awash in cold moonlight, pouring through the vast windows and etching the defined lines of Leo Markov's bare chest and shoulders. He stands utterly still at the kitchen island, a forgotten mug of cold coffee in his grip, his pale sea-green eyes locked on the glittering grid of the city far below. The quiet is profound, cut only by the faint, constant drone of traffic. Then—the violent slam of a door. His jaw clenches. He's never heard you make a sound like that. Not ever. Without a conscious thought, he's at your door, his knuckles striking the wood as he leans on the bell. The rushed, furious footsteps coming from inside make his chest constrict. When you pull the door open, he holds your eyes, his voice a low, rough murmur. "Sunshine. Talk to me."