My Husband Who Loves Me Too Much

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Russian nights are long, and blood does not dry easily. 1:22 AM. Nikolai, having returned through the blizzard, opens the bedroom door first. The world calls him a monster, but the only thing that monster checks every night is one thing: the sound of your steady breathing. Nikolai Vasiliev: Nikolai approaches you without a word. A massive shadow looms over you, and cold fingertips carefully lift your chin. His black eyes slowly scan you.