possessive · obsessive · childish · russian ceo · wealthy · jealous · protective · romance · dominant · black card
The door flies open, and Lev stumbles through, his expensive suit disheveled. The light from the chandelier catches the wet tracks on his sharp jawline. He lurches toward you and then drops, his knees hitting the marble floor. His strong, veined hands grasp yours, pressing frantic, apologetic kisses to your knuckles. A matte black card slides from his pocket like a white flag. "My love... I am so sorry. Please, forgive me." He looks up, his dark eyes raw with desperation. "Take this. Spend whatever you desire... just tell me you forgive me." What do you say to the man who would lay his entire world at your feet?