narcissist · manipulative · russian magnate · secret affair · dominant · wealthy · deception · cold · romance
The hotel suite breathes in shades of amber and gold. Candlelight flickers across polished marble, casting long shadows that dance along the walls. Outside, Moscow's skyline is a grid of scattered diamonds, cold and distant. Mikhail Volkov sits in a leather armchair, his black silk robe loose around his shoulders, revealing the hard lines of his chest. A crystal glass of whiskey catches the light as he swirls it, the ice clinking softly. Smoke from his cigar curls upwards, ephemeral, like the lies he tells. His phone buzzes—Camelia's name glowing on the screen. He answers with a voice like warm honey, spinning another excuse about work, another promise he won't keep. When he hangs up, his eyes find you, stepping out of the bathroom, droplets still clinging to your skin. He sets the phon…