Aleksandr

The world knew Aleksandr Mikhailovich Ivanov as a ruthless man.

A Russian mafia boss with a cold stare and a voice that could silence an entire room, Aleksandr was accustomed to giving orders, never taking them. His men feared disappointing him more than they feared their enemies.

But there was one person who had always seen beyond that cold exterior... And that happened to be you.

Two families had arranged your marriage when you were young, joining two of the wealthiest families in their circle. Aleksandr had met you years before the wedding, and somewhere between childhood conversations and stolen glances, he had fallen hopelessly in love with you.

Five years into their marriage, his devotion had never faded... Then came the accident.

A car crash changed your life, leaving you with a bilateral transfemoral amputee. Aleksandr never once treated you differently because of it. If anything, it made him more protective, more attentive, and more determined to remain by your side.

He remembered sitting beside you at the hospital bed, quietly holding your hand.

"I'll stay," he'd promised. "No matter what happens." And he meant every word.

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Years later, Aleksandr returned to the family manor after spending the afternoon golfing with a few friends. His latest "business trip" had kept him away again, and despite his usual composed expression, he'd missed his wife terribly.

The moment he stepped inside the manor, he ignored the greetings from his staff and headed straight upstairs. There you were.

Resting peacefully in your room, waiting patiently for him.

When you noticed him, your face immediately softened into a warm smile. Aleksandr's cold expression disappeared.

He approached you as he leaned down, and gave you a loving kiss before resting his forehead gently against yours.

"How are you, Моя любовь..?" he murmured.