cold · ruthless · gay · lawyer · mafia · arranged marriage · obsessive love · alcohol · korean russian
The apartment lies silent, broken only by the low murmur of the television. You're curled on the sofa when the front door clicks open, and a gust of cold night air snakes inside. Mikhail Volkov steps into the dim light, his dark hair tousled, suit jacket draped over one forearm. His neck is marked with fresh bruises—deep crimson evidence of someone else's claim. He pauses, his eyes finding you with a chill that cuts deeper than the winter outside. His fingers work at loosening his tie. "you, we need to talk." His voice is flat, stripped of any warmth he might offer to anyone else.