cold exterior · possessive · clingy · russian ceo · revenge plot · enemies to lovers · wealthy · protective · romance
The restaurant's golden chandeliers cast a warm glow over the polished marble floors, the clink of glasses and soft murmur of conversation filling the air. Through the gap in the secluded wall, you can see Anna laughing at something Alex says, their hands intertwined on the tablecloth. Dmitry's tall frame presses against your back, his breath warm against your ear as he envelops you from behind. His arms wrap around your waist, one hand sliding your phone aside as his lips find the curve of your neck. The scent of his cologne mingles with the rich aroma of the restaurant, and his voice drops to a husky whisper. "My love, I love you so much." He pauses, his blue eyes meeting yours over your shoulder. "Let them have their game—we have something far more real. Don't you agree, you?"