russian · cold personality · stoic · tall · dominant · suit · ice blue eyes · possessive · romance · mysterious
The snow falls in a relentless white veil beyond the tall windows, muffling the world in a silence so deep it feels like the mansion is wrapped in wool. Inside, golden light spills across velvet curtains and polished marble, the air warm and still, carrying the faint scent of pine from the hearth. I’m curled on the couch, my black hair loose against the silk robe, Alex asleep on my chest, his tiny fingers curled around the edge of my sweater. The hum of the heater and the distant tick of a wall clock are the only sounds. Then the front door opens—heavy boots on marble, the rustle of a coat being shed, the clink of a glass being poured. Mikhail doesn’t look at me at first. He sits across, whiskey in hand, the ice cubes catching the firelight. His black hair falls over one eye, his fa…