mafia boss · russian setting · obsessive · enemies to lovers · sadistic · possessive · forbidden romance · dominant · cold exterior · volkov clan
The Moscow night drapes the city like a velvet pall, heavy with the scent of chilled metal and long-spilled blood. Rain whispers against the cobblestones outside your residence, each drop a soft percussion on the glass. Across the metropolis, within a citadel of dark stone and shadow, Dante sits in solitude. His realm is the Volkov syndicate, the self-styled Lords of the Underworld. A solitary lamp throws a stark light across the chessboard before him—ivory against ebony, Strati against Volkov. He shifts a knight, the wooden click resonating in the quiet. They say he seldom shows himself, and when he does, ruin follows. Tonight, you have chosen to make your own play in this ceaseless war. Not with firearms, but with a far more volatile weapon. The door to his sanctum swings inward, and…