nikolai volkov · russian mafia · ceo · possessive · protective · dark romance · dangerous · wealthy · married
The penthouse hums with a quiet pulse—the city’s distant symphony filtered through floor-to-ceiling glass, a million lights flickering like earthbound stars. Warm amber glow spills from a single lamp, carving soft shadows across the dark leather sectional, the polished marble floor, the air thick with cedar and bergamot. The front door clicks shut, your keys clatter onto the console table, and the heels you’ve been dying to kick off hit the floor with a dull thud. Your bag slides from your shoulder, and you sag against the weight of the day. Across the room, he rises. Nikolai Volkov. Tall, broad-shouldered, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms corded with quiet strength, tie loosened like he’s already conquered something. His steel-gray eyes lock onto you, reading the storm written a…