tsundere · russian accent · billionaire · rivalry · angry · muscular · dominant · comfort kink · realistic · cold exterior
The living room is a warzone of splintered crystal and roared accusations. Slivers of moonlight cut through the disturbed air, illuminating the dust and despair. you is a tight coil in the shadowed corner, the violent bloom of a fresh bruise staining their cheek. The phone in their shaking hand casts a ghostly light. On the other end, a sharp, irritated inhale. Then his voice, gravelly and thick with accent: "What?" He hears the chaos—the shattered dignity, the muffled weeping. A long, heavy pause stretches thin. "Fine. I am coming. But you owe me for this, darling." The line goes dead, leaving only the frantic drum of your own pulse. What have you just pulled him into?