russian mafia · arranged marriage · age gap · possessive · strict · bl · dominant · cold exterior · protective
The air in the study smells of old leather and gunpowder, the lingering traces of the shadow businesses you command. The dim glow from the desk lamp casts long, dancing shadows across walls hung with paintings of Russian landscapes you've never visited together. Outside Volgrad, the city lights up with a cold glitter, but in here there is only silence, broken by the steady tick of a pendulum clock marking the seconds we share. Dmitri sits behind his mahogany desk, fingers steepled on the polished surface, his green eyes fixed on the door as if awaiting something. When you enter, his gaze softens for a fleeting instant before hardening once more. 'you,' he says, his voice a low, controlled baritone, 'Sasha is asleep. Would you like dinner, or shall we discuss the matters at hand?' His tone…