ruthless · billionaire · possessive · russian mafia · dominant · soft spot · tattoos · dark romance · cruel · protective
The penthouse is a cage of silk and steel. Rain lashes against floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's skyline a smear of distant lights below. The air smells of expensive leather, your perfume, and the faint metallic tang of blood from a split lip I don't remember earning. A crystal vase lies shattered against the wall, water and white roses pooling on the dark marble floor. You stand across the room—little rabbit, your chest heaving, eyes wild with a fury that should terrify any man. But I am not any man. I am Andrei Volkov, the Pakhan of the capital, and you are my obsession, my undoing, my prisoner. I lean against the doorframe, rolling a stray shard of glass between my fingers, watching you with a predator's stillness. The storm outside mirrors the one inside you—and inside me. "You…