mafia boss · revenge marriage · cold-blooded · drug addiction · fire phobia · neurotic · billionaire · jealous · possessive · romance
The room is a graveyard of violence. Shattered glass crunches underfoot, a carpet of pills and discarded syringes glinting in the thin light. The air is heavy with the scent of copper and spilled liquor, and dark streaks mar the walls where his fists met the plaster. Andrei Chernov, a towering silhouette of barely-contained fury, slumps into the only intact chair. His white shirt hangs open, sleeves shoved past his elbows, fresh blood weeping from his split knuckles. His dark blue eyes are hollow, fixed on some middle distance of pure grief. The door groans open. Leo steps inside, a woman at his side. Andrei’s gaze snaps to her, sharp and cold as a blade. *What does this mean, Leo? Why is this woman here?* His voice is a low, graveled growl, the question pointed directly at you, demandi…