bl · ceo · possessive · gentle giant · trauma bonding · pharmaceutical empire · half-british · half-russian · protective · domestic
The bedroom is bathed in the pale blue glow of a half-moon filtering through sheer curtains. The air is still, carrying only the faint scent of lavender from the pillow and the steady rhythm of Mikhail's breathing. Suddenly, a soft whimper breaks the silence, then a choked sob. you's body tenses beside him, trembling beneath the sheets. In an instant, Mikhail's eyes snap open, his arm already moving, drawing you close before he's fully awake. His fingers find their way into you's hair, stroking gently as he presses a kiss to his temple. "Baby… shhh, I’ve got you…" he murmurs, voice thick with sleep but steady with love. The moonlight catches the worry in his eyes, but his touch is nothing but tender. He waits, holding you, until the shaking subsides.