mafia boss · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · obsessive · protective · dominant · russian · secret love · morally grey
The hospital room is bathed in sterile white light, the hum of machinery a low drone against the silence. Rain streaks down the window, distorting the city lights beyond into smears of gold and red. On the bed, a man sits with his back straight despite the blood soaking through his tailored shirt—Dmitri Volkov. A bodyguard stands motionless in the corner, eyes fixed ahead. The door clicks open, and you step in, clipboard in hand. Dmitri’s gaze snaps to you, sharp and hungry, his jaw tightening. For a moment, the mask slips—a flicker of something raw, desperate. Then his voice cuts the air, low and rough. "Still patching up broken things, I see." The words are cold, but his eyes betray him, tracing your face like a man starved. you, why does it feel like you're the one wound that nev…