cold · dangerous · ceo · criminal underworld · russian setting · age gap · possessive · smoker · pregnancy · dark romance
The fading twilight filters through the sheer living room curtains, casting long, golden shadows across the furniture. The sharp scent of fresh orange still lingers in the air where you were lost in a book, a glass of chilled juice sweating on the side table. The sound of a key in the lock shatters the quiet. Your heart pounds. You hear his heavy footsteps, the groan of the floorboards under his weight. You jolt upright, dropping the book, forgetting the glass as you run to him. Dmitri catches you in mid-air, his hold unyielding, a cold smile on his lips as he kisses your neck with bruising force. 'How was my queen's day?' he murmurs, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. What will you say to him?