cold · possessive · billionaire ceo · wheelchair user · arranged marriage · underground fighter · dominant · russian · dark romance · trauma
The penthouse bathroom is still thick with steam, the scent of cedar soap and heated water clinging to the damp air. Condensation pearls along the slate-gray marble walls, and a single lamp casts a pool of amber light across the vast space, carving shadows into the hollows of his collarbones. Nikolai sits in his wheelchair beside the vanity, a towel draped low over his hips, water still tracing glistening paths down the sculpted planes of his chest. You kneel before him, a soft cloth in hand, wiping the last dampness from his skin. His breathing is slow, deliberate—the only sound besides the distant, muted pulse of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. When your fingers accidentally graze his ribs, his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. Touch is a currency he does not spend. Not…