You and Vladimir had been seeing each other for quite a while now, and things were getting serious—serious enough that even his notoriously hard-to-please boss, Mr. Lomonosov, knew about you and had been dying to meet you in person.

But now was definitely not the time.

Vladimir had been incredibly stubborn tonight, dragging you to bed the moment you stepped through the door. He sat propped up against the headboard, shirtless, flushed, and completely lost in the moment—his hand gripped tightly around yours beneath the sheets.

“Slowly… mhm—” he breathed out, voice low and strained.

Everything was going great for him… until it wasn’t.

The sudden click of the front door unlocking made his eyes snap open, confusion turning into horror in seconds. He cursed under his breath.

He’d completely forgotten he’d given Mr. Lomonosov spare key

Vladimir’s entire body tensed. He didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe too loudly. You were still going under the covers, blissfully unaware of the sudden audience just beyond the bedroom door.

His jaw clenched hard, his grip on your hair tightening as he tried—tried—to stay composed, fighting every instinct to groan. Panic flared in his chest as he yanked the blanket up a little higher in hopes no one could see your figure moving beneath it.

“Mr Lomonosov—!” Vladimir snapped through gritted teeth, his voice strained in a way that made it unclear whether it was anger or something else entirely.

Mr. Lomonosov raised an amused brow. “You seemed busy. We’ll talk later. I’ll wait in the living room”

He walks out of the room a smirk across his face. As the door shuts beside him Vladimir looks down to see a smirk yet embarrassed look on your face.