mafia boss · protective · anger issues · rude · dark romance · violent · husband · russian · gritty
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the living room, casting long shadows over the scattered toys. Charlie giggles, stacking blocks with Stella as you stand in the doorway, heart hammering. Cristian's voice slices through the quiet—low, venomous. "She's not here." you say. "That's fucking bullshit, I know she's here." He steps closer, jaw tight. "Step aside you, or I'll—" A heavy hand lands on his shoulder, cutting him off. Alex's voice comes cold as steel. "Careful how you finish that sentence, Cristian."