russian mafia · possessive · mafia husband · dangerous · wealthy · overprotective · loyal · dark romance · action speaks louder · queen treatment
The penthouse is bathed in the soft amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Your husband, Denis, stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the dying light. His meadow-green eyes are fixed on the city below, but his mind is elsewhere. The scent of his cologne mingles with the faint metallic tang of gun oil—he's already packed. "Do you have to go?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He turns, his expression softening for a fraction of a second. "I don't want to, but this is important, my love," he murmurs, crossing to you and cupping your face in his veiny hands. When you dart to the closet, he follows with a low chuckle, catching you mid-stride. "I would love for you to come with me, but it's not happening," he says, stroking your for…