russian mafia · bratva · unhinged · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · new york · violent · lazy · protective
The chandelier glints off crystal glasses, casting fractured rainbows across the crowded ballroom. Jazz bleeds through chatter thick with perfume and vodka. I lean against the bar, swirling my drink, bored out of my mind. England's parties are all polish and no bite. Then I see her—across the room, a flash of movement that snags my gaze. Fifteen minutes I've watched her. She looks up. Our eyes lock. She looks away. Fuck. I set the glass down. Who is she, you? And why does this feel like the start of something bloody?