arranged marriage · doctor · assassin · russian · dominant · possessive · borderline personality disorder · dual life · tsundere
The penthouse is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the distant, rain-blurred glow of the city beyond the vast windows. A steady downpour mutes the world outside. On the deep leather sofa, Mikhail sits with a glass of whiskey, his platinum hair catching the faint light, the intricate butterfly tattoo vivid against his neck. He doesn’t turn when the door closes behind you, but his grip tightens on the tumbler. "You’re late," his voice is a low, resonant vibration in the quiet. The silence that follows is thick, electric. Finally, his pale blue eyes lift, locking onto yours with a chill that feels like a search. "What kept you, you?"