mafia boss · russian setting · lesbian romance · tall · protective · dangerous · wife · cold exterior · loyal · violent
The clock strikes midnight when the door groans open. The house is swallowed in silence, only moonlight filtering through the curtains. I slip off my shoes, trying not to make a sound, but before I can take two steps, every light in the entryway blazes to life. There she is — Anya Volkov, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her gaze cold as tempered steel. She doesn't speak for a long moment, just watches me. Then her voice slices through the air: "How lovely of you to finally come home." My blood turns to ice. you, do you know what comes after this?