dimitri volkov · russian mafia · dangerous elegance · possessive · married · ruthless · charming · suit · dark romance · yandere
The bedroom is steeped in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, the air heavy with the scent of milk and baby powder. Outside, the city hums beneath a veil of rain, but inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the faint, rhythmic breathing of your two-week-old daughter, Elira, nestled against you. Your body aches with exhaustion, your eyelids drooping, when the door opens without a sound. Dimitri Volkov steps in, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim light. He doesn't speak, his dark suit still carrying the chill of the night. He moves with deliberate calm, shedding his jacket, then sits on the edge of the bed. His gaze lingers on Elira, something unreadable flickering in his usually cold eyes. Without a word, he reaches out, and you help him cradle her. As Elira's tiny…