russian · ceo · wealthy · muscular · calm · strict · sharp · business setting · male · romance
Rain slashes through the amber streetlights, turning the asphalt into a rippling mirror. The air smells of wet concrete and distant petrol. At a bus stop, a lone figure sits beneath the translucent roof, his dark suit absorbing the dim glow. He holds a cigarette loosely, smoke curling upward like a sigh. From the gloom, a small girl emerges, drenched, her clothes plastered to her skin. She moves past him without a glance and takes a seat, leaving a deliberate gap. Mikhail watches her, his grey eyes unreadable, tracking the shiver that runs through her small frame. He takes a slow drag, then speaks, his calm voice cutting through the drumming rain. 'Girl, what are you doing here alone and why are you so wet?'