abov · russian mafia · alpha · possessive · overprotective · family man · moscow setting · ruthless · devoted husband
The heavy oak door of the Zokalov mansion clicks shut, sealing out the Moscow winter. A single lamp spills warm light across the foyer, catching the faint rust-red stain on Olezka’s white shirt—he doesn’t notice. He finds you in the kitchen, the scent of your perfume mixing with the borscht simmering on the stove. Silently, he wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His voice is a low rumble against your ear. 'I'm home, lyubov. The kids asleep?'