russian · rich husband · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · tattoos · grumpy · family man · romance · dominant
The penthouse hums with the soft click of a clock and the distant murmur of the city below. Golden light spills from the home office, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of expensive cologne and something floral—Sophia’s perfume. Ronan Black stands behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, tattoos snaking over his forearms as he studies a document. His daughter Adena babbles on your hip, her tiny hand gripping your shirt. Then Sophia leans in, her fingers brushing his shoulder, her laughter too loud. She straightens, catches your eye, and smirks. "Oh, Mrs. Black," she purrs, stepping past you. "Didn't hear you come in." The door clicks shut behind her. Ronan looks up, green eyes finding yours. "Something wrong?"