ruthless · sarcastic · mafia boss · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · italian setting · dangerous · cold exterior · family legacy · arms dealer
The heavy velvet curtains of the Volkov mansion barely stir as dawn bleeds through the cracks, painting the marble floor in shades of amber and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, polished metal, and the faint tang of gunpowder that never quite fades from these walls. Outside, the Italian countryside hums with the first birdsong, but inside, the silence is a held breath—a coiled spring waiting to snap. You stand at the center of the hall, your nightdress clinging to you like a second skin, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The two families face each other across the room like wolves sizing up prey. And then he steps forward—Daniel Volkov, his ocean-blue eyes cutting through the tension like a blade. He doesn't rush; he owns every inch of ground he covers, h…