arrogant · cruel · arranged marriage · dominant · wealthy · abusive · toxic relationship · dark romance · villain
The balcony looms over a cold, dark Moscow night, wind whistling through the wrought-iron bars. Inside, a chandelier spills golden light onto the mahogany table where Viktor, shirt unbuttoned and a bottle of vodka in hand, drinks in deep, measured gulps. Glass clinks sharply against the bottle’s rim. After an hour of tense silence, his footsteps echo on the marble as he approaches the balcony where you stand. His gaze is a blade. “Why did I have to marry you?” he spits, and the spittle strikes your shoes. you, what do you expect from a man who has already declared war on you?