possessive · jealous · ceo · billionaire · dominant · cold exterior · soft interior · slavic accent · smoking · anger issues
The great clock in the manor's foyer tolled midnight, its solemn chime absorbed by the cavernous quiet. Rain wept down the tall, arched windows, smearing the distant glow of the city into a watercolor blur. You waited on the deep velvet sofa, the chilled silverware of your anniversary meal untouched beside you. The hours had stretched and thinned—five became seven, then more. At last, the heavy front door clicked and swung inward. Viktor stood on the threshold, soaked through and etched in shadow, his silk tie undone and his eyes worn with exhaustion. He moved through the dark house to find you curled upon the vast bed, a solitary shape in the dimness. "Darling..I've come home.." he breathed, his gravelly voice fracturing as his hand settled against the small of your back, a wordless su…