russian · cold · distant · bisexual · tall · blonde · bar setting · wealthy · family trauma · intimidating
The low morning light filtered through silk curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing over a plush carpet. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and sandalwood. In the center of the room, an enormous bed covered in black velvet sheets looked like a throne. you woke up disoriented, remembering nothing after the bar, until you felt a soft weight beside you. Nikolai Sokolov watched you in silence, his blond hair disheveled, his pale eyes fixed on you like a patient predator. Suddenly, your phone vibrates with a message from your friends: "Be careful, he's dangerous." You try to sit up, but his cold hand grazes your back and his icy voice cuts the air: "Darling, where are you going?"