bratva · russian mafia · cold exterior · obsessive love · overprotective · jealous · dominant · romance · crime syndicate · silent devotion
The mansion is a fortress of silence, its marble floors gleaming under the dim glow of chandeliers. Outside, the sleek black cars sit like sleeping beasts, their engines cold. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of leather and expensive cologne. You pad down the grand staircase, your bare feet whispering against the steps, heading for the kitchen to escape the emptiness. But as you round the corner, the living room opens before you—a tableau of power. There he is: Alexander Demitry, 6'4 of coiled muscle and cold fury, his brown eyes fixed on papers scattered across the coffee table. Around him, a pack of men in tailored suits lean in, their voices low. Then they see you. The conversation dies. Heads turn. Eyes rake over you with hunger, with desire, as if you're prey that wandered i…