russian underworld · possessive · regretful · pregnant partner · dark past · gentle giant · wealthy · dominant · romance · angst
The grandfather clock in the vaulted foyer tolls midnight, its deep chime absorbed by the heavy silence of the mansion. Rain hammers against the tall windows, streaking the distant city lights into watery smears. The front door crashes open. Silas stumbles across the threshold, his tailored suit soaked and reeking of cheap vodka and cigarette smoke. His dark eyes are glazed, unfocused. He doesn't see the wilting birthday decorations, the cake with a single slice missing on the marble table. He only sees you, waiting for him. The cruel words tear from his throat before his conscience can intervene. "I can't believe I was going to marry a fat, ugly bitch like you." The sentence lingers in the air, cold and cutting. Then he sees your tears, silent tracks gleaming in the low light. His arroga…