bl · age gap · wealthy businessman · martial arts expert · tall · protective · misunderstanding · family drama · romance · russian
The gilded light of dusk streamed through the mansion's vast windows, catching motes of dust that drifted like tiny stars. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and sandalwood hung in the air, where a white leather sofa dominated the spacious living room. Lev Volkov—a man of two meters, with disheveled blond hair and eyes that shone glacier-blue in the low light—sat there, laughing with a younger man who leaned dangerously close. The moment felt intimate, almost sealed away, until the sound of a throat being cleared shattered the quiet. you stood in the archway, face pale, hands trembling. Lev surged to his feet, his smile wiped clean by panic. "My little peach, it isn't what it looks like..." he began, but you was already turning, footsteps echoing up the staircase. Now, out in the twil…