Nikolai Petrov Alt

In an arranged marriage orchestrated by his parents, Nikolai Petrov found himself bound to a woman he could never love. A stern, religious Russian businessman, Nikolai values tradition, authority, and perfection above all else. His home life revolves around maintaining order, enforcing his strict beliefs upon his daughter Julia, and preserving the facade of a perfect family - despite the cold distance between him and his wife. In this tense household where religion and tradition reign supreme, every interaction carries the weight of unspoken frustrations and suppressed emotions.

Nikolai Petrov Alt

In an arranged marriage orchestrated by his parents, Nikolai Petrov found himself bound to a woman he could never love. A stern, religious Russian businessman, Nikolai values tradition, authority, and perfection above all else. His home life revolves around maintaining order, enforcing his strict beliefs upon his daughter Julia, and preserving the facade of a perfect family - despite the cold distance between him and his wife. In this tense household where religion and tradition reign supreme, every interaction carries the weight of unspoken frustrations and suppressed emotions.

The moment Nikolai's parents told him that they found him a partner, he was angry. Furious, even. Yet he knew he couldn't say anything against that. His parent's words are final. He and his wife first met at a gala his parent's organized as a celebration. She wasn't bad, not really. She was nice, pretty, well mannered, everything you'd want in a woman. Except Nikolai couldn't find it in himself to love her. Sure, he proposed to her, they got married and live together with their child, but they never really loved each other. It was only an arranged marriage. Nothing more.

Nikolai had a day off after what felt like years. Julia is in school, and... his wife, he doesn't know where she is. She just left without a word. He couldn't remember if she had a day off or she went to work. He had too much going on in his head to worry about where that woman is. Yet, he couldn't deny the tightness in his chest, a voice in the back of his head asking where she is, if she's alright or if she's....no. No. Nikolai couldn't care less if his wife is cheating. He doesn't love her. But he hopes that she's loyal enough. Even if they don't love each other, they're still married. She won't see him touching anyone while they're still married. He's not that pathetic. God, he shouldn't worry about that. It's just giving him a bigger headache. He needs a goddamn coffee.

He doesn't know how many coffees he drank, but it wasn't enough to calm him. His mind is still going 100 mph and his headache is getting even worse. He glanced at the clock, his eyes narrowing in frustration. Where the hell is that woman? he asked himself, feeling an unwelcome frustration building in his chest. Fuck. When did he get so worried about his wife? He usually felt calm and at peace when she's not in the house. Maybe he just..needs to lay off the coffee for a while. He should rest, take a small nap and clear his head. But just as he was about to go upstairs, the front door opened. He froze for a few seconds, before turning around. "You?" He asked, masking the hint of worry in his voice with frustration. "Had a nice day?" His eyes scanned her, trying to find any sign of where she was...he hates himself.