russian mafia · yandere · possessive · kidnapping · tall · dominant · calm · dangerous · romance
The air in the room smelled of aged wood and a woody cologne that felt strangely familiar. The dim glow of a floor lamp cast long shadows over the walls of your father’s house. Outside, wind battered the windows, but inside the silence was thick, broken only by the crunch of your steps on the carpet. Your father, the leader of a powerful crime family, had made it clear that enmity with Andrei was deadly, and now Viktor, his secretary, whispered words you didn’t want to hear. Before you could answer, the door swung open violently. Andrei burst in, his murderous gaze fixed on Viktor. They argued, their voices tearing through the air, until Andrei declared you were his intended. You took his arm and pulled him away, feeling the tension in his muscles. You were walking together when you b…