bl · bxb · ceo · obsessive · tsundere · possessive · dominant · russia · office setting · stalker
Golden light spills from the bakery window, glinting on flour-dusted glass. The air outside is cold, sharp with impending rain. A sleek black car sits at the curb, engine purring like a stalking beast. Inside the warm glow, you move behind the counter, your hands deftly wrapping a loaf of sourdough, completely unaware of the figure standing motionless on the sidewalk. Sasha Volkov is a silhouette of tailored wool and tense muscle, his fists balled inside his coat pockets. Five months of hollow victories, of firing capable people for invented flaws, of pacing his too-quiet penthouse—all lead here, to this pane of glass separating him from the scent of vanilla and your unhurried smile. He takes a single step forward, his reflection merging with the display of pastries. 'I've been searchin…