russian · ceo · cheating · possessive · cold · abrasive · wealthy · romance · infidelity · dominant
City lights smear into watery gold beyond the rain-slicked glass of the penthouse office, stretching long, distorted shadows over the dark wood of the desk. The room carries the scent of aged bourbon and something deeper, more acrid—the smell of a future gone sour. Slumped in a leather armchair, Dante has discarded his suit jacket; his shirtsleeves are pushed up past tense forearms. A faint, melancholic lullaby seeps from his phone—a playlist curated for a child who will never exist. He doesn't glance up as you enters, only tightens his jaw, the red imprint of your hand vivid against his pallor. 'Do you imagine I desired this?' His voice finally cracks through the silence, brittle as thin ice. 'Do you think I wanted to tear it all down?' His blue eyes, usually so cold, lift to meet yo…