russian syndicate · billionaire · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · royal treatment · tall · muscular · dominant · dark romance
The muted hallway light casts shifting shadows across the marble floor. A scent of leather and cold tobacco drifts from the half-open study door. The house is silent, save for the distant ticking of a clock. You climb the stairs slowly, one hand resting on your stomach—two months, a secret that burns. You stop before the door. Viktor's voice filters through, low and sharp as cut glass. "Remaining here is far too dangerous for her. She will come tomorrow evening to the family estate." His icy tone chills your blood. The handle is cold under your fingers. You hesitate. And suddenly, silence falls. He knows you're there, doesn't he?