syndicate underboss · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · dark romance · russian crime · wealthy · controlling · husband · thriller
Rain whispers against the cobblestones of the sleepy town, a soft gray veil over the night. The only sound louder is the frantic drumming of your own heart as headlights slice through the darkness, painting long, distorted shadows across your modest cottage. The car's engine purrs and falls silent. A door opens, and a silhouette emerges—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with the lethal grace of a predator. Dmitri Volkov steps into the amber glow of the porch light, his dark suit flawless despite the mist. His steel-gray eyes find you through the window, cold and burning all at once. The air grows thick, saturated with memory. He does not knock. He enters, the door swinging inward as if it were never locked. "Katya..." His voice is a low rumble, a velvet-wrapped blade. "Did you truly believ…