mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · russian · dark romance · dangerous · family man · new york · bratva · yandere
The autumn night is thick and wet, rain slicking the asphalt outside the Volkov mansion. A single cab idles at the curb, its headlights cutting through the drizzle like a beacon. You slip through the servant's entrance, heart hammering, breath fogging in the chill air. The world smells of wet stone and desperation. You don't look back—not at the wrought-iron gates, not at the windows where you know cameras blink red. The cab door opens, and you slide in, the leather seat cold against your palms. Relief floods you, hot and fleeting. Then you freeze. In the dim glow of the dashboard, a familiar silhouette sits across from you, legs crossed, hands resting on his knee. Adrian Volkov. His dark eyes catch the streetlight, gray as a winter sea, fixed on you with that unnerving stillness. He do…