Anatoly Ranskahov X Male!Reader~Broken Promises I

[Part 1/2]


One year.

Today marked the first anniversary of your marriage to your beloved husband Anatoly Ranskahov.

You were excited by this, hanging up a banner and making a big dinner to share with him when he returned from 'working' with his brother. You knew what he did, you just preferred not to think about it. You knew the side to your beloved that he would never allow to be shown to anybody else, and that was the side of him you preferred to think about. He was good at separating out both parts of his life. Indeed, aside from your brother-in-law, nobody was even aware that Anatoly was married - let alone to another man.

You finished setting out the table, having pulled out the best china and cutlery you owned. It was still chipped, but not so much as the usual stuff.

Now that you were done preparing the table for dinner you got to your feet, looking around your old run-down flat for anything out of place. You'd cleaned the place up about three times throughout the day, so there'd better not be anything where it shouldn't be.

You were relieved to see that the flat had, for once, remained as clean as it had been a few minutes ago when you had last checked, and after ensuring that the turkey in the oven was cooking as it should be you moved into the bedroom, fetching the wrapped present you had found for your husband from under the bed, along with his final surprise for the evening. Setting the gift on the table, and sprucing up the [fave flowers] again as you did so, you skipped off to the bathroom with the outfit in hand.

The tight panties, fishnet stockings and gothic corset were easy enough to put on, and despite being fiddly you eventually managed to work the garter belt into place as well. Careful not to rip the stockings, you winced as you pulled on the stilettos to complete the outfit, ignoring the pain they caused through your ankles. You wished there were sexy outfits for men that were anything other than cheesy so that you wouldn't need to resort to crossdressing in order to surprise your lover. Still, nothing to be done about it now, and you admired yourself in the cracked mirror for a moment, fixing up your [length/style/colour] hair before grinning and pulling on your bath robe. You didn't want the dinner you'd worked so hard on going to waste, so best to wait until you had both eaten for the big reveal.

Dressed and ready, you wobbled out into the main room (thankfully Anatoly tended to carry you to bed himself when he was particularly aroused, so you weren't too worried about stumbling around in front of him). In your mind you went through your checklist once more, making sure everything would be perfect for when your husband finally arrived. According to the clock it was ten to ten. Anatoly had promised that he would be home for ten, and you expected the turkey to be done right before then. Everything was going according to plan for once.

You smiled, barely suppressing a shiver of excitement through your body as you settled down in your seat at the table to wait, bright eyes fixed on the door.

*****

Anatoly was tense as he followed Vladimir towards the car. Having Fisk arrange a meeting so last minute had thrown his plans for the night into chaos (and to add insult to injury the man had even had the nerve to simply send his lapdog in his place). He practically growled as he walked, hands clenched into fists, and his brother glanced back at him searchingly.

"I'm not sure _____ would appreciate you returning to him looking like you want to murder him, brother." He pointed out easily, raising an eyebrow at him. With an amused smirk, he tossed the car keys in his general direction, and Anatoly's annoyed response was cut off as he had to catch them. "You'll give him my love won't you? I'll see you tomorrow. Preferably before noon but I'll leave that up to _____." The older male held up his hand in farewell as he walked away, not leaving his younger brother with an opportunity to say anything in return. The darker male simply shook his head, trying to dispel his anger as he made his way over to the car, not daring to look at the time. He was a dangerous man, you both knew it, but he would die before he allowed any part of you to believe that he might do anything to hurt you. You were his everything.

It wasn't far to the flat the two of you shared, and your husband fetched the bouquet of [fave flowers] from the back seat. They were a little wilted from being left in the car all day, but then he had been expecting to get them to you hours ago. Only when he was stood right outside your door did Anatoly allow himself to look at his watch and see just how long he had kept you waiting.

Eleven fifty-two.

Fuck.

Guilt tying knots in his stomach he slowly unlocked the door and pushed it open, peering around the darkened room. He flinched when he saw the banner, the uneaten dinner, the flowers and the burned out candles. And there you were, slumped over in your seat at the table in your bath robe where you had clearly been waiting for him. You'd fallen asleep, judging by your breathing, and your face was buried in your arms on the table.

With a guilty sigh Anatoly placed the flowers down on the table beside you before crouching down by your sleeping form. His heart broke a little when he noted the dried tear tracks on your [s/t] cheeks, and he gently brushed them away with his calloused thumb, pressing his lips to your crown before moving to tenderly lift you up bridal style in his arms so that he could- were those stilettos?! As he'd lifted you your attire beneath the bath robe had become quite clear, and he inwardly groaned, knowing how much effort you had put into making today perfect for him. Of course he'd gone and ruined it for you - he was good at that.

Carefully the Russian maneuvered into the bedroom, you curled up in his arms and subconsciously snuggling into his warmth. It was only as he gently set you down on the bed that he felt you beginning to stir in his arms, and your eyelids fluttered for a few moments, caught between dreams and reality, before you blinked balefully at him, those gorgeous [e/c] orbs he adored so much half hidden behind your tired eyelids.

"Hey." You mumbled quietly around a yawn as he sat on the edge of the bed beside you. Your eyes flickered briefly to the alarm clock on the side, and your lips twitched upwards in a small smile when you saw it was eleven fifty-eight, therefore still today, before returning to him. "You made it."

"I'm so sorry, _____." Anatoly curled up on the bed beside you as he spoke, his head on your shoulder, and you wrapped your arms around him tightly.

"I understand that it's difficult." You whispered into the top of his head as your fingers trailed through his locks, twirling some of the longer strands around the tips. "You're here now, so I'm happy."

"I'll make it up to you." He pulled away as he said it, sitting up again and taking both of your hands between his, pressing his lips gently and briefly to yours. "I promise, _____, anything you want. I know I neglect you, but that stops now. Vlad and I have hit a rough patch but as soon as we're through it I'm all yours."

You smiled softly at your husband before removing your hands from his in order to wrap them around his neck, pulling him in for a tender kiss by way of answer. Rough patch or no, you doubted Anatoly would be able to keep his promise (Vlad would be completely lost without him, after all) but you knew that your husband loved you above all else. So long as you were still able to have moments like these, you were happy.