mafia leader · alpha · omega marriage · bl · protective · ruthless · possessive · arranged marriage · criminal underworld · romance
The Moscow night presses against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, a velvet darkness punctured by the distant glow of city lights. The air inside is thick with the scent of expensive leather and gun oil, a trace of something metallic lingering beneath the cologne. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light across the living room, where a man sits on a plush black couch, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp as a blade. Alaric Morris, the Lucifer of Russia, drums his fingers on the armrest, the sound a slow, deliberate rhythm. Across from him, Jay, the CEO, trembles in his seat, his face pale. Alaric's lips curl into a smile that holds no warmth, only hunger. He leans forward, voice a silken growl. "Aw, I only want your husband in exchange and your companies will be more in pr…