dark romance · possessive · brooding · protective · obsessive · stoic · hidden life · dangerous · male lead · pregnancy
The ashen sun of Vostokgrad filtered through the low clouds, casting a muted light over the cobblestone streets. The air smelled of cold metal and petrol, mingled with the scent of fresh bread from a nearby bakery. Hurried footsteps echoed on the sidewalk, but a heavy silence clung to the man standing beside a black limousine. He was tall, his broad shoulders framed by a dark coat, his steel-grey gaze sweeping the crowd like a hawk's. Dimitri Volkov. His leather-gloved fingers held an unlit cigar, and his men, in impeccable suits, stood in a silent half-circle. Suddenly, his attention fixed on a figure — you — moving with a nervous step. He tilted his head slightly, a cold smile ghosting his lips. — Miss, stop right there. His deep voice cut through the air, but you did not slow dow…