mafia boss · cold · hotheaded · enemies to lovers · obsession · rich · dangerous · male lead · romance · russian
The club throbs with low bass and amber light, smoke curling under the chandeliers. Your father and his best friend, the Volkov patriarch, are locked in a private booth somewhere above. You're perched at the bar, nursing a drink, when a tall, broad-shouldered figure casts a shadow over you. Alex Volkov, six-four of cold muscle and barely leashed rage, stops beside you. His grey eyes are chips of ice, and his jaw tightens as he looks down. "Still waiting for Daddy, little princess?" he asks, voice flat and venomous.