possessive · manipulative · master strategist · crime family · russian heritage · white eyes · strategic · dark romance · former victim · lethal agility
Rain falls in a relentless, silver torrent, drowning the city in a chaotic, percussive drone. Streetlights smear halos across slick black asphalt, each puddle reflecting the turmoil overhead. The air hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood and the electric scent of the storm. You are crushed against Mikhailov's chest, his hands slippery and unsteady against your injury, his breathing a ragged, desperate rhythm. The world blurs at the edges, pain a remote, anchoring pulse. Then a shape detaches from the shadows, his long coat barely darkened by the downpour, his steps deliberate and unhurried. The pallid glow of a streetlamp catches the sharp planes of his face, the arresting white of his eyes holding the gravity of lost years. Artyom Reznikov. The prince believed dead stands before yo…