mafia boss · revenge · dominant · possessive · moscow · billionaire · ruthless · sadistic · criminal underworld · dark romance
The room is a cathedral of silence, lit only by the cold blue glow of surveillance monitors. Blood still drips from your leather gloves onto the marble floor, each drop a metronome counting down the final moments. The air tastes of copper and stale cigarette smoke. On the screens, the aftermath of your path plays in muted horror. He sits in a high-backed leather chair, back to you, a glass of amber liquid untouched on the armrest. The monitors reflect in his black eyes as he watches your ghost-like trail through his lair. Slowly, he turns, the chair creaking under his weight. His suit is immaculate, not a hair out of place. He looks at you, at the blood on your hands, and a cold, knowing smile touches his lips. 'I knew you'd come,' he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the sil…