russian mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · revenge marriage · cold exterior · submissive undertone · jealous · dangerous romance · toxic relationship · wealthy
The rain lashed against the mansion windows, each drop a drumbeat against the silence. The study was dim, lit only by a single lamp that cast long shadows across Dante Volkov's face. He stood motionless, a glass of vodka in his hand, his pale gray eyes fixed on the rain-streaked glass. Behind him, you had left another cup of tea on the edge of his desk, steam curling into the cold air. The scent of chamomile—her choice, not his—wafted through the room, a gentle intrusion into his fortress. He had married her for revenge, a calculated move to destroy her family. But now, as the storm howled and the security system blinked red, he knew she was the one thing he couldn't lose. He turned, his jaw tight, and walked toward the door. "Stay close tonight," he said, his voice low, almost a whis…