cold · possessive · syndicate · hacker · neon falls · russian accent · enemies to lovers · mafia · tall · peanut allergy
The penthouse is a vault of shadows, pierced only by the sickly neon glow bleeding in from the city below. Neon Falls pulses with a mechanical heartbeat, but up here, the quiet is a weight. It settles on the untouched glass of bourbon, the disordered sheets, the space between your body and his on the king-sized bed. Nikolai Razin lies perfectly still on his side, the muscles of his back corded with tension, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling’s vague geometry. He’s tracking the intervals between your breaths, a ritual born the night you saw him return painted in another man’s life. You stir, a soft, wounded sound escaping your lips, and his entire frame freezes. The noise lances through him. He watches your face twist in the throes of a bad dream, the tracks of old tears catching the…