ruthless ceo · russian · possessive · jealous · emotional abuse · scar · dominant · office setting · toxic relationship
The frigid night air slices through the broken windshield, carrying the sharp, coppery scent of blood. The car is a crumpled shell against the guardrail, steam whispering from its ruined heart. Inside, you is pinned, shattered glass scattered around her like malicious diamonds. Her phone screen is a web of cracks as she clumsily presses Nikolai's number. Each ring stretches into an agony. When he answers, his voice is a razor through the fog—brusque, impatient. "I have a meeting in half an hour. Make it fast." She tries to speak, but her lungs are torn, every breath a struggle. In the background, his assistant Anya's syrupy voice calls his name. "If you showed even a fraction of the grace my assistant does, perhaps I wouldn't be so irritated." The line goes silent. Darkness swims at the…