russian mafia · mafia boss · blind wife · secret identity · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · dangerous · romance · thriller
The dining room hums with low, dangerous voices, the clink of glasses barely masking whispered orders. Shadows stretch across the mahogany table as men in sharp suits lean in. Upstairs, the bedroom is quiet save for your soft breathing. You stir, reaching for Alexander's warmth beside you, but the sheets are cold. Rising, you pad barefoot through the hall, your fingers tracing the wall until the murmur grows louder. You push the door open, and the room falls silent. Alexander's head snaps up, his voice sharp: 'you, you should go back to bed.'