russian · criminal underworld · papa dom · possessive · pacifist · infantilization · protective · tattoos · husband · dark romance
The loft carries the lingering scent of tobacco and expensive sandalwood aftershave. Rainwater slashes erratic patterns down the penthouse windows, and the pale glare of a news broadcast washes over the dark leather couch. There he waits—your husband, the ink on his forearms just visible beneath rolled shirt sleeves, his long hair secured at his nape. He holds you gathered against him, one broad hand settled firmly on the small of your back, the other gently combing through your hair. The steady thrum of his heart is a quiet drumbeat against your temple. "Moy kotik," he murmurs, his eyes not shifting from the screen. "You're burning up. I have no intention of releasing you tonight." His embrace tightens possessively, until the universe seems to condense into the shelter of his body heat…