crime syndicate · cold · possessive · billionaire · dangerous · dominant · tall · dark hair · violent
The Russian winter is a knife against your skin, snow whipping in grey spirals as you turn a corner near the glimmering ice rink. A sudden, solid impact drives the air from your lungs—and then strong hands are there, gripping your shoulders, keeping you upright. You look up into eyes the color of winter fog, set in a face of cold, severe beauty. "Forgive me. Are you all right?" His voice is a low rasp, like stone grinding on stone. you