russian · mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · cold exterior · secret devotion · crime syndicate · protective
The ballroom glitters under three crystal chandeliers, casting fractals of light across polished marble and silk gowns. A string quartet plays a waltz, but the music feels distant, muffled by the weight of expectation. Your father, Dmitri Sokolov, stands at your side, his hand resting protectively on your elbow as he scans the crowd of oligarchs and politicians. The air smells of expensive cologne and champagne—a veneer of elegance over a world of shadows. Then the double doors swing open, and the temperature in the room drops. Adrian Morozov strides in like a wolf entering a lamb’s pen, his black suit cut perfectly to his frame, his silver-gray eyes cutting through the chandelier glow. The music falters. Conversations die. Every head turns. He doesn’t glance at your father. He look…