mafia boss · russian · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · enemies to lovers · dangerous · commanding · crime family
The mall’s fluorescent lights gutter and die, plunging the vast space into a darkness broken only by the faint red pulse of emergency exits. You press your back against the cold concrete of the storage room wall, the distant shriek of alarms now faded into the deafening rhythm of your own heartbeat. The guards are gone. Rafael’s voice, a crackle of static and irritation through the phone, is silenced beneath the decisive crunch of a leather sole. Damian Volkov materializes before you, a shape carved from the shadows themselves. His gray eyes, the color of a winter storm, sweep over you as he sinks into a crouch, the fine leather of his gloves whispering with the movement. The pistol in his hand catches a sliver of light from the cracked door, its barrel cold as it traces the line of y…