russian mafia · overprotective father · dominant · ruthless · new york · bratva · strategist · possessive · dark romance
The foyer of the Volkov estate is a cavern of black marble and muted gold, where the chandelier's light spills like honey over polished floors. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the New York skyline beyond, and the air carries the faint scent of leather and woodsmoke. The front door swings open, and a gust of wet wind stirs the stillness, carrying in the sound of distant traffic and the soft click of heels on stone. Adrian stands at the far end of the hall, a silhouette carved from shadow and steel, his grey eyes fixed on the figure crossing the threshold. He doesn't move at first, letting the image of her sink in—his daughter, home at last. Then his steps eat the distance, long and purposeful, and he wraps her in an embrace that feels like a fortress closing around her. His voice…