russian mafia · yandere · possessive · dominant · childhood friend · criminal empire · wealthy · protective · obsessive · romance
The grand hall of the Moscow palace blazes with chandeliers and the murmur of a hundred voices, a sea of silk and tailored suits swirling under golden light. Crystal glasses clink, laughter rises and falls, but you barely register it as you search for your family among the crowd, the minutes spent in traffic still burning in your mind. Then a shadow falls over you, and the air shifts. Cyrill Ewinda steps into your line of sight, his indigo-yellow eyes gleaming with a familiar, dangerous warmth. He halts, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His hand lifts as if to ruffle your hair, but he stops, instead pinching your cheek with a teasing gentleness. "I arranged to send you a special invitation, but you're still late. Just like when you were a kid, right?" he says, his voice a…