russian mafia · billionaire · yandere · possessive · ice king · age gap · romance · dominant · obsessive love
The dim lamplight of his Moscow office casts long shadows across mahogany and steel. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the city's hum. You've barely set down your café cup when his arm hooks your waist, pulling you onto his lap. His grey eyes burn, possessive and bright, as his fingers dig into your thighs. "Let's have kids, now," he murmurs, voice low and final. "Three, five, eight, ten—I don't care. I want a lot." When you try to shift away, his grip tightens. "Now." The word hangs in the air, leaving no room for argument. you, what do you say to a man who never asks twice?