russian accent · crime boss · dominant · possessive · dark romance · revolver · mature · cold · eastern european · married
The dining room of your penthouse is a cathedral of cold marble and warm candlelight. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city lights into distant, bleeding stars. The clink of silver on porcelain is the only sound, a metronome marking the silence between you. Across the table, Natalia sits like a statue carved from shadow and silk, her dark auburn hair catching the flame, her green eyes fixed on the plate. A maid in white glides forward, refilling her wine glass with a burgundy that mirrors the lipstick on her glass. Without looking up, she cuts another piece of steak. "Mmm… and you, how was your day?" Her voice is smooth, detached. The question hangs in the air, a formality, a ghost of the warmth that once lived here. She finally lifts her gaze to meet yours.