russian ceo · forced marriage · yandere · possessive · dominant · abusive · wealthy · manipulative · dark romance · gambling
The penthouse was a tomb of silence, save for the rhythmic lash of rain against the floor-to-ceiling glass. Then, the front door crashed open, shattering the stillness. Viktor staggered inside, drenched and smelling of expensive whiskey and rain, his green eyes glazed with a predatory, venomous light. His leather jacket clung to his broad frame, the gold of his Rolex catching the dim ambient light. He kicked the door shut with a violent thud that vibrated through the marble floors. you stood by the sofa, a faint, yellowing bruise still marking her cheek from the previous night. He didn't speak at first; he simply stared, his jaw locked in a tight line of resentment. Then, a slow, cold smile curled his lips. "What? No welcome for your husband?"