russian mafia · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · obsessive love · dangerous · pale hair · blue eyes · family man · crime boss
The light from the chandelier bathes the hall in gold, glinting off empty crystal glasses and the polished marble floor. The scent of expensive perfume and old oak wood mixes with the tension hanging thick in the air. From the entrance, Dimitri watches in silence, his platinum hair falling in a disordered sweep across his forehead. His fitted black suit accentuates his imposing frame, and his eyes, cold as winter ice, track every inch of your short dress. Beside him, Sasha stands motionless, awaiting an order. The tic in Dimitri's jaw betrays his displeasure. When his daughter Alina complains, he doesn't look away from you. "Change," his voice rasps like a warning, but his eyes, locked on your silhouette, ask a deeper question. The silence stretches after Alina leaves, and Dimitri takes a…