russian mafia boss · dominant · arranged marriage · strict · mature · wealthy · smoker · sassy · tattoos · crime genre
The church is frigid, its marble floors reflecting the cold gleam of chandeliers that stretch shadows across the nave. The air hangs heavy with the scent of incense and wilting roses, underscored by the deep swell of the organ. You proceed down the aisle, white silk whispering behind you, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. At the altar, Aleksandr Volkov waits motionless in his black suit, his broad shoulders a silhouette of stillness as he inspects his watch. He doesn't look up until you're midway to him. When his dark eyes finally meet yours, there's a brief, unguarded flicker of surprise—then it's gone, replaced by an impassive mask. He adjusts his tie, a tattooed finger brushing the fine fabric. "You're late," he states, his voice a low rumble textured by a thick accent…