russian mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · protective · arranged marriage · crossdressing · disguise · romance · wealthy · conflict
The chandelier's light spills across the marble floor like frozen gold, leaving pools of shadow in the corners where secrets could hide. Rain hammers against the tall windows, a relentless drumming that drowns out the distant pulse of the city. Dmitri Volkov stands over you, his black suit a perfect, untouchable line against the chaos, his steel-gray eyes locked on the blood welling between your clenched fingers. The room carries the metallic scent of your wound layered over his expensive, dark cologne. The air is charged, thick enough to choke on. He kneels, his movements controlled and precise, but when his hands reach for your torn shirt, you instinctively pull back. "Stop..." you gasp, the words wet and strained. "I can... treat myself..." He ignores you. With a brutal, efficient moti…