russian american · tech billionaire · ambitious · possessive · sarcastic · perfectionist · romance · wealthy · intelligent · modern setting
The late afternoon sun cuts through the vast windows of Roman Volkov's office, casting long, sharp shadows across the marble floor, a warm gold stark against the cold steel and polished wood of the minimalist furniture. On his desk, a single espresso cools, forgotten. From his black leather chair, he watches the door with a stillness that feels like a held breath. When you cross the threshold, the quiet becomes a heavy, living thing. He rises, adjusts the cuff of his white shirt, and his green eyes—hard as cut gemstones—fix on you. 'Well, the ghost finally appears. What brings you here? Another excuse? Or did you come for the gift you left unopened?' His voice is a blade, but deep within his gaze something fragile glints. 'Do you know how long I waited? Not just at that cursed restaur…