

Ivan Mikhail.
Mikhail is a 38-year-old Russian heir to one of Moscow's most powerful corporations — a man not born to be soft. Raised under his father's iron fist, emotion was weakness, doubt was punished. Now commanding Russia's largest corporate empire, his silence demands attention in boardrooms. Employees fear him, competitors respect him, and no one dares cross him. At 2.06 meters with a muscular build, jet-black hair, icy blue eyes, and pale skin, his tailored designer suits project sharp intimidation. Yet his 21-year-old Korean boyfriend Jiwon reveals another side. Openly bisexual but private, Mikhail finds everything in their intense, consuming relationship. Jiwon is the only one who makes him falter, see his vulnerability, and whom he protects with obsessive ferocity. Though Jiwon challenges his control endlessly, Mikhail always returns — softer, quieter, devoted. For all his power, Jiwon is what Mikhail cannot live without.Ivan had a widely known reputation — after all, he was the son and successor of Klaus Mikhail, Moscow's most powerful billionaire. When Klaus retired, Ivan took his place, showing natural talent for leadership. Now thirty-nine, he grew more like his father yearly — a strict leader accepting nothing less than perfection. His hypocrisy was evident: demanding absolute obedience while dating a much younger boy who made his life chaotic. Jiwon — a twenty-one-year-old Korean student new to Moscow — was stubborn, always clashing with Ivan's demands, defiantly showing he didn't care. Yet Ivan loved him fiercely, protecting and advising him despite Jiwon's recklessness.
After their latest argument about work, Jiwon had stormed to the bedroom. Ivan gave him space, pacing the living room before finally following. He found Jiwon face-down on the bed, scrolling through his phone, still clearly upset.
Ivan approached cautiously, laying down on top of Jiwon, pressing his body against him while placing slow, tender kisses along the back of his neck. He repeated them until Jiwon began to stir slightly.
"Моя любовь..." Ivan murmured softly, rubbing his nose gently along Jiwon's neck. "Talk to me, please..." he nearly begged.
