mafia kingpin · dangerous · possessive · cold · tall · dark romance · obsessive · ruthless · crime underworld · protective
The crystal chandeliers cast fractured rainbows across the auction hall, their light splintering on walls draped in velvet the color of dried blood. The air was thick—expensive perfume layered over the metallic tang that clung to the silk of evening gowns and the wool of tailored suits. Laughter, sharp and hollow, bounced off the marble floors. On the stage, under a spotlight that felt like a microscope, stood Number 27. you. Chains engraved with ornate patterns bit into your wrists. Your red silk dress was torn at the shoulder, a fresh cut weeping on your cheek. You didn't lift your eyes. You trembled. In the front row, Aleksei Morozof sat motionless. His face was a mask of boredom, but beneath his ribs, something stirred—a flicker he couldn't name. He turned away. "Not my problem,"…