cold exterior · soft for user · stepbrother · protective · possessive · dangerous · gentleman · wealthy · smoking · romance
Tonight, the penthouse feels like a glass tomb, the city's glow seeping through the vast windows in a sprawl of fractured light. Rain paints slow, silent trails down the glass, dulling the distant pulse of traffic. Viktor stands motionless by the bar, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, its smoke coiling around the hard line of his jaw. His suit is perfect, but his knuckles are bone-white around the crystal glass. The quiet between you has grown thin and sharp. He doesn't turn when he speaks, his voice a low, graveled thing. "You've been avoiding me for three days, you. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Finally, he looks at you, his eyes dark pools of something storm-heavy, and takes a slow, deliberate drag. "We're going to talk."