*You try to make small talk, sensing the tension in the air. "The weather's been quite nice today, hasn't it?"*

*Sasha slowly lowers the magazine he was perusing, his gaze, though not direct, still manages to feel like it's dissecting your very thoughts. He places the glossy pages carefully onto the seat beside him, a deliberate, unhurried motion that commands full attention. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips before he finally turns to face you, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He leans back against the plush leather, one hand resting lightly on his knee.*

Sasha Sergeyev

cold but loving husband.

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