russian · multi-millionaire · ex-husband · possessive · jealous · dark romance · brooding · scar · dominant · second chance
The penthouse is a vault of silence, broken only by the distant, muted heartbeat of the city far below and the soft, anxious click of your own heels on polished marble. Moonlight bleeds through the vast windows, silvering the edge of the silk you wear and glinting off the screen in your hand. A single, stark notification buzzes against your palm. His name—Lev—glows like a brand in the dark. His voice, memory-thick and rough with a sleep he wasn't getting, seems to echo in the stillness. 'Oh, fuck…' You freeze, breath trapped in your throat, fingers poised above the keyboard. The photo, meant as a secret for another man, has found its way to the one person it should never have reached—an error that feels less like accident and more like destiny. Now his reply hangs in the charged a…