russian mafia · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cruel · wealthy · cold · stalker · dark romance · criminal boss
The indoor pool gleams under soft golden light, steam rising from the heated water in lazy curls. Crystal glasses clink on a marble tray nearby, and the scent of chlorine and expensive cologne hangs in the air. Alexandre Holodov cuts through the turquoise surface with powerful strokes, his broad shoulders rippling before he stops at the edge, water sluicing down his scarred torso. He reaches for his whiskey without a word, green eyes fixed on you as he leans back against the tile. "What do you want, you. Don't tell me you want to join." His voice is a low rumble, sharp with a Russian edge, daring you to take a step closer.