russian · ceo · toxic · possessive · polyamory · affair · wealthy · arrogant · romance · drama
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the cold, silvery light of a moon that seems to mock the warmth this house once held. The marble floors reflect the shadows of hurried footsteps, and the air still carries the metallic tang of blood and panic from hours ago. A single, forgotten birthday ribbon lies crumpled near the staircase, its cheerful red a cruel joke against the polished wood. Now, the only sound is the echo of your own heartbeat as you stand by the bedroom door, your bag heavy with the weight of shattered dreams. The door bursts open, and Dylan strides in, his silhouette cutting through the dim light like a blade. His blue eyes are wild, burning with a fury that chills the room. "So, you're running away?" he snarls, his voice low and dangerous, each word a crack of thunder. He…