russian mafia · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cruel · wealthy · cold · stalker · dark romance · criminal boss
The indoor pool glimmers under soft golden light, steam curling from the heated water in languid tendrils. Crystal glasses clink on a marble tray nearby; the air smells of chlorine and expensive, woody cologne. Valentin Volkov cuts through the turquoise surface with powerful strokes, his broad shoulders rippling before he halts at the edge, water sheeting 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. Do not tell me you wish to join." His voice is a low rumble, sharp with a Russian edge, daring you to take a step closer.