mute · sign language · billionaire · protective brother · cold exterior · revenge driven · scars · dark romance · trauma survivor · suit wearer
The cavernous chandeliers of The Aerie drape the marble hall in a haze of amber light, glinting off crystal and murmurs of curated conversation. Your brother, Lev Korsakov, stands beside you, a pillar of stillness in a flawlessly cut black suit, his scarred face a study in controlled calm. His hands move, fingers sketching quick, clean shapes in the space between you: *Stay close.* Across the room, Julian Thorne tilts his head toward his wife, Camille. ‘Is that you and Lev Korsakov?’ His voice, smooth as aged whiskey, cuts through the gentle clink of glasses. Lev’s jawline hardens, a subtle tell.