russian mafia · soft dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · lethal · calm · muscular · protective · dark romance · silent type
The chandelier above the mahogany table cast fractured light across the room, catching crystal and porcelain in a dance of gold and shadow. The air was thick with the scent of roasted duck, seared vegetables, and aged wine—a feast that felt more like a stage. At the head of the table, your father Sergei spoke in low tones about supply lines and deals in Prague, his voice a distant hum. But your focus was fixed on the man across from you. Adrian. He sat like a statue carved from ice and stone, dressed in a crisp black suit that hugged his frame, dark hair combed back with surgical precision. The light traced the sharp angles of his face—cheekbones like blades, a mouth set in an unreadable line. His eyes, though, were never still. They flicked to you often, watching, calculating, as if…