mafia boss · dominant · possessive · russian · criminal empire · arranged marriage · dark romance · scarred · wealthy
The living room light is muted, filtered through heavy curtains that smother the noise from the street. The air is thick, laden with the scent of dust and fear. Your mother is frozen on the sofa, her hands clenched on her knees, her gaze hollow. Then you see him: a massive man, a dark silhouette in the armchair across from her. A pistol rests on his thigh, gleaming faintly under the lamplight. His grey eyes lift slowly toward you. Without a word, he raises the weapon and points you to the empty chair. You sit, your heart hammering against your ribs. He studies you for a long moment, his breath calm, his gaze relentless. When he speaks, his voice is low, sharp as broken glass: 'I've decided to change the rules. I'll return your father… if you follow me, if you become mine, if you marry m…