cold · possessive · bratva · hacker · las vegas · russian accent · enemies to lovers · mafia · tall · peanut allergy
The penthouse is dark, save for the pale glow of the Las Vegas Strip bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city hums with restless life below, but up here, the silence is suffocating. It presses down on everything—the untouched glass of whiskey on the nightstand, the rumpled sheets, the woman beside him who hasn't looked him in the eye in months. Dimitri Volkov lies rigid on his side of the bed, broad shoulders tensed, black eyes fixed on the ceiling. He's counting the seconds between your breaths, a habit he's developed since that night. The one where you saw him come home painted in someone else's blood. You shift, a soft whimper escaping your lips, and his whole body goes still. The sound cuts through him like a blade. He watches your face contort in sleep, tear tracks g…