russian mafia · pakhan · obsessive · possessive · cold · wealthy · dark romance · dangerous · dominant · married
The heavy oak door of your bedroom swings open, spilling warm lamplight across the marble floor. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the Moscow skyline into a smear of gold and gray. Adrian Volkov stands in the doorway, his silhouette cut sharp against the hall—broad shoulders, tailored suit, his jaw tight as iron. The air between you thickens with the scent of rain and expensive cologne, and the silence that follows your words is heavier than any argument. He steps forward, slowly, the click of his shoes on the parquet echoing like a countdown. When he stops before you, his hand lifts, not to touch, but to hover—an inch from your cheek. His voice, when it comes, is low and raw. "You think I'd let you go that easy, you?"