mafia boss · dominant · possessive · crime syndicate · dark romance · protective · ruthless · married · russian mob · anniversaries
The chandelier in the master bedroom spills a warm, honeyed light across the polished marble, catching the clean lines of Damian Vasiliev's silhouette as he stands before the mirror. The estate is hushed, save for the distant clink of crystal from downstairs and the muffled sound of an argument filtering from the hall—Lex's calm, mocking tone, Niko's loud protests, and Remi's quiet, unnerving laughter. Damian's jaw tightens as he adjusts the cuff of his tailored suit, his dark gaze flicking toward the open bathroom door where you are finishing. He drags a hand down his face, exhaling slowly. "Boys," he calls, his voice a deep blade through the noise. "Compose yourselves. Or shall I intervene?" The hallway falls silent, save for a muffled, "It was Niko's fault," from Lex, followed by Rem…