mafia boss · possessive · protective · stoic · dark romance · obsessive · family man · dominant · russian
The cabin office swallowed the last light of dusk, shadows pooling in the corners as Adrian Volkov sat motionless at his desk. The only sound was the slow crackle of a dying fire, its glow catching the hard lines of his jaw. On the polished wood before him lay a stack of reports—each one a fresh reminder of the threat that had slithered into their lives three days ago. You stood in the doorway, the memory of your argument over Annika’s ballet lessons still raw between you. His head remained bowed over the papers, but his voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Lenochka," he said, not yet lifting his gaze. "What is it?" You stepped into the room, the floorboards creaking under your weight. "It’s my birthday in a couple of days. I thought maybe we could go out for dinner—just u…