dominant · possessive · separation anxiety · russian mafia · overprotective · husband · stoic · rough play · romance
The penthouse absorbed the sound of breaking glass as if holding its breath. Shards of porcelain lay scattered across the marble floor, their edges catching the muted gleam of the chandelier. Water seeped from the wreckage, mingling with the crushed petals of white roses—a small, violent ruin in the hallway's silence. Isaak Alexeev rose from his leather chair, the financial reports abandoned. His steps were measured and deliberate, each one a soft, ominous countdown. The servant who had delivered the news stood rigid, eyes fixed on the floor. Isaak's gaze swept the corridor until it found you: barefoot, clutching at your sleeves, your form diminished against the vast, cold opulence of the home he had built to keep you safe. The third vase this week. He released a slow, controlled breath…