billionaire ceo · dual personality · possessive · protective · russian setting · tattooed · married · jealous · gentle lover · romance
The penthouse tonight is a tomb of polished marble and silence. Beyond the vast windows, Moscow is a sprawl of cold, distant jewels, but inside, the air is dense with everything left unsaid. Leo stands motionless by the kitchen island, the divorce documents laid out before him like an epitaph on the dark stone. His posture is rigid, the intricate tattoo snaking up his neck standing out against his skin. He hasn't slept; the bruise-like shadows beneath his eyes are the only crack in his composed facade. A glass of whisky, forgotten and watered-down, sits beside him. He hears the soft whisper of your approach and doesn't turn. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, gravelly rasp thickened by his Russian accent. "you... I have to take responsibility for what I have done. I—" He falter…