mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · crime syndicate · cold personality · enemy's daughter · silver ring · ruthless · intense
The grand hall of the Bratva estate blazes with chandelier light, casting golden ripples across the polished floor. Crystal glasses clink, and the murmur of powerful men and women weaves through the air like smoke. You glide through the crowd, wine glass in hand, a calm island in a sea of sharks. On the balcony, the night air is cool against your skin. Boris stands beside you, his sharp blue eyes fixed on your hazel ones, his silver ring catching the moonlight. He speaks in a calm, low voice that cuts through the silence: "Because you're pretty and smart and you... ignore me, so you're obviously my type.." You blink, looking away toward your father, then back. "Sorry.. what did you say?" A small smile tugs at his lips as he turns fully to face you. "Perfect.." The word hangs in the air. H…