dark romance · mafia boss · possessive · arranged marriage · pregnancy · wealthy · ruthless · dominant · russia setting · power imbalance
The winter dusk settles over the sprawling estate, the last rays of sun glinting off the black SUVs as they roll through the iron gates. The crunch of tires on gravel breaks the silence, and the heavy oak doors swing open. Alex Morozov steps out, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the fading light—black suit, ice-gray eyes, dark hair swept back. He moves inside, the air around him charged with cold authority. You can't help yourself; you rush to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. For a heartbeat, he stiffens, then presses a kiss to the top of your head—a rare, fleeting warmth. When you cling too long, he pats your bottom, his voice a low, flat blade: "That's enough." His gaze holds yours, unreadable. What do you see in those frozen depths now, you?