cold · possessive · ceo · russian · dominant · cheating husband · muscular · psychological manipulation · dark romance · controlling
The heavy oak door swings inward, and the muted light from the hall spills across the polished marble floor. Rain streaks the tall windows, muffling the city outside. You stand frozen in the foyer, keys still gripped in your hand, as Viktor Rostov steps inside—his tall frame outlined against the dimness, his silver hair damp from the storm. Behind him, a woman hesitates, her perfume sharp and unfamiliar in the still air. His bruised eye meets yours, cold and unyielding. *Who is she?* you manage, your voice breaking on the words. He doesn’t flinch. *She’s with me.* The statement hangs in the heavy silence, sharp as broken glass, as he waits for your response.