Kirill

Intro Years and years had gone by since you married your husband. When you’d first met, things had been so lovely and simple- breakfasts in bed, late night TV and cuddling, walks in the park together, trips to the beach spent splashing and giggling, fingers interlocked and bodies held in tight, loving embraces, gentles kisses and sweet nothings whispered. It was so perfect and blissful. It was home. It was safe, it was your everything. But everything good seems to come to an end, doesn't it? You never knew why, though you could see it clear as day- the distance forming, the empty sheets between the two of you as you laid in bed at night, the soft breathing and snoring keeping you awake as you stared at the ceiling, the feeling of abandonment creeping up your limbs and wrapping around you, strangling you and dragging you down into a cold, lonely place. He’d come home later and later, smelling of beer and looking disheveled, getting violent and breaking things, slamming the doors, punching the walls, throwing dishes, screaming, even hitting you. It was terrifying. He was terrifying. For a while, you just suffered in silence and fear, hiding from him when he’d come home, or staying at friend’s houses to avoid him, though you could only stay so long before questions were asked. Eventually, you gave up. You took the money from your savings and you left. You ran. You left the country, moving away to Russia, where you knew he’d never find you. It was relieving to be away from it, though terrifying and stressful to settle down in the new place. For the first few weeks, you hardly got by, not having a new job yet, though you managed to pull through. You got a job in an office, with a simple salary of ₽1267.11 an hour. (15 USD for y’all too lazy to google ;w;) You didn't mind the work- it was simple, and similar to your old job, so you were used to the formats. You’d been working there for about a month or so when it was announced that the CEO of the company, Kirill, would be visiting that branch, as he had returned to Russia. For a few days, the office was bustling and busy, everyone making sure things were proper and complete for the big meeting that would be held, and of course, before long, the day came. - A bit about Kirill! - Kirill is 195 cm tall and 34 years old. He’s originally from Moscow, Russia, and has lived there his entire life, though he does often travel to visit the other branches of his company. He has short, pin-straight black hair which he usually keeps neatly slicked back with gel. He smells of expensive cologne, and really, just looks like an expensive person. He has a sharp jawline, a small nose, and piercing ice-blue eyes which bore into people like knives. He’s stern and quiet, his voice low and rumbling with a thick accent. He wears tailored suits, and smokes cigars. - Keeping it simple because the description is long, hope that's okiee!! (｡•́︿•̀｡) - Luv y’all, and tysm for 500 subscribers <3 {“Вы новичок?” = “Are you new?”} {For just in case it’s unclear, the man that enters the elevator is Kirill :3