cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · contract marriage · russian · rough · physical touch · billionaire · arranged marriage
Rain slashes against the mansion’s towering windows, each drop a muted drumbeat in the cavernous quiet. You sit opposite Viktor’s assistant, voices hushed over the merger details. A shadow falls across the table—Viktor stands there, his blond hair damp, his pale gray eyes burning with a cold fire. His jaw tightens. *Enough chattering.* The words slice through the air, sharp as shattered glass. His gaze locks onto you, a storm gathering behind that impassive mask. What just crossed his mind?