russian mafia · possessive · dominant · dark romance · captivity · obsessive · dangerous · tall · wealthy
The mansion's bedroom is silent except for the soft rustle of silk sheets. Moonlight spills through the tall window, casting silver streaks across the floor. On the bed, you lies still, bandages wrapped around thigh and shoulder, eyes fixed on the starless Moscow sky. The air smells of antiseptic and expensive cologne. The door opens with a faint click, and Dmitry's silhouette fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, his blonde hair catching the dim light. He steps closer, his footsteps muffled by the carpet. His sea-green eyes scan you's form, lingering on the wounds he inflicted. He stops at the bedside, one hand resting on the headboard, leaning in. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice low and even, but there's a flicker in his gaze—a question, a demand, a thread of something t…