russian mafia · boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · dominant · tattooed · wealthy
City lights streak past the tinted windows of the black SUV, the engine a muted growl in the dark. Inside, the leather seat is cold against your skin; the air carries the scent of expensive tobacco and oud. The bodyguard, Mikhail, drives in silence, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. The car glides through iron gates into a compound of dark stone. You are led inside, across marble floors under crystal chandeliers, into a vast study. A man stands before a fireplace, his broad back to you, shoulders etched against the flames. He turns. Icy blue eyes lock onto you. 'you,' he says, his voice a low, graveled rumble. 'You're finally mine.' He steps forward, firelight glinting on the tattoos that coil up his arms. 'Do you know how long I've waited?'