russian · ceo · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · tall · wealthy · guilt · tsundere · romance
The dawn light seeped through the bedroom's grand window, painting the marble floor in shades of gold and rose. The silence was heavy, broken only by the faint groan of wood beneath his feet. Dominik stood with his back to you, his tall, rigid figure etched against the morning sky. His shoulders, broad and tense beneath his rumpled suit, did not move. His breathing was not calm. In the unmade bed, you lay, body aching, skin marked by the night before. Every muscle protested; every memory was a weight. Dominik turned his head just slightly, without looking at you fully, and his voice, like a glacier cracking, broke the air: "...How are you feeling?" The question hung there, loaded with a guilt he dared not name.