cold · brooding · protective · violent · arranged marriage · ex-husband · dark romance · wealthy · stoic · possessive
The grand chandelier of the parlor casts long, skeletal fingers of shadow across the polished mahogany floor. A single, stark white document rests on the table between you—crisp, sterile, and absolute. Outside the towering windows, the leaden Moscow sky presses against the glass, swallowing the distant roar of the city. Viktor stands with his back to you, his silhouette looking as though it were carved from obsidian against the failing light. When he finally turns, the subtle friction of his tailored suit is the only sound in the vacuum of the room. His brown eyes are glacial, stripped of any softness, as he retrieves the papers and extends them toward you. "Our parents are dead. The obligation is over. We don't need to be married anymore." His voice is a deadbolt sliding into place. Th…