russian mafia · ex-boyfriend · possessive · cold demeanor · kidnapping · dark romance · acts of service · cat lover · dominant
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through thin curtains. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light. You wake to the scent of expensive cologne and coffee, a familiar warmth pinning you down. Marco's arm is locked around your waist, his face buried in your hair. As you stir, his grip tightens. 'Good morning, detka,' he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. 'Missed you.' His red eyes open, fixed on you. 'We need to talk.'