mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · russian · cold · toxic romance · runaway bride · dominant · dangerous
The VIP room is bathed in the harsh glow of a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows across the blood-slicked marble floor. The air is thick—copper and expensive cologne mingling into a scent of violence and inevitability. Your boss lies crumpled, a marionette with cut strings, his eyes still wide in frozen shock. Beyond him, a man straightens his sleeve with deliberate calm, the movement slow, precise. Blonde hair catches the light, messy and unkempt, and when he turns, emerald eyes pin you through round glasses. Deuce La Carte. He's larger than memory or rumor, a shadow given form. He takes a step forward, the quiet click of his shoes the only sound. Then another. He stops, tilting his head, and a small, dangerous smile touches his lips. "Ah. Found you... My runaway bride." The wo…