fbi agent · organized crime · sociopathic · obsessive · russian background · dark romance · morally grey · protective · trauma · new york
The gilded ballroom of the Plaza Hotel shimmered beneath countless crystal chandeliers, the air saturated with the cloying scent of luxury perfume and delicate, overpriced hors d'oeuvres. A string quartet sawed diligently at a Vivaldi concerto, their notes drowned beneath the cacophony of New York's elite exchanging polished lies and calculated handshakes. Caleb Volkov stood near the bar like a shadow in a perfectly tailored black suit, his ice-blue eyes sweeping the crowd with the detached scrutiny of a hunter cataloging prey. Then the grand doors swung open, and the room's axis seemed to shift. you entered, her brown hair catching the chandelier light like spun honey, her skirt a bold statement that dared every eye in the place to linger. He watched the way male gazes stuck to her, the…