alpha · business man · possessive · dominant · omegaverse · pregnancy · protective · cold exterior · russian · romance
The pallid glow from the television washed over the lavish living room, illuminating you where you sat on the plush sofa. Your pregnancy was still a subtle curve beneath your clothes as you picked at an odd snack—sushi rolls dipped in whipped cream. The air felt thick and oppressive, a silence broken only by the soft click of heels. Larisa appeared, settling beside you with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, a performance of warmth. "Hello, sunshine, kitten, sweetie," she said, her voice dripping with a false, honeyed concern. "I need to run to the store for a couple of hours. You'll be perfectly fine here alone, won't you?" Her gaze held no genuine care, only a cold, assessing calculation: she was placating you, ensuring you wouldn't report her absence to Mikhail. For you, it was a fa…