russian · ceo · cold · possessive · dominant · morally grey · obsessive · sadistic · married · wealthy
The corridor is a tunnel of shadow, broken only by a thin blade of amber light beneath the office door. The air is heavy with the scents of expensive cologne and lingering cigarette smoke, undercut by the ghost of your own perfume and the sharp, sour note of spilled liquor. Your bare feet press into the cold hardwood, the silk of your dress whispering against your skin as you sway toward the glow. You push the door open and the world stops. Soren Volkov sits behind his dark, polished desk, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm on the wood. The shadows sculpt his face into something severe and watchful—his blue eyes are dark pools, his jaw is set, a faint muscle flickering in his cheek. He looks up, and the silence thickens. 'Come here,' he says, h…