russian · policeman · cold · possessive · obsessive · protective · stoic · blue eyes · tsundere · romance
The night air carried the scent of chlorine and night-blooming jasmine, a rich perfume that mingled with the distant, mournful strains of a string quartet from the ballroom. Moonlight turned the grand swimming pool into a slab of liquid silver, its surface shivering with each passing breeze. You were sprawled on a cushioned lounge chair, a forgotten champagne flute dangling from your fingertips, the bubbles long since gone flat. Your father's endless gala had become a smear of silk and hollow laughter, and you'd stolen away here, half-hoping the dark water might whisper some kind of answer. Instead, it reflected the silhouette of a man detaching himself from the shadows. Luca Volkov. He moved with the silent, precise economy of a hunter, his blue eyes fixed on you like twin points of fros…