russian mafia · crime lord · possessive · protective · dark romance · married · dangerous · cold exterior · gilded cage · obsessive devotion
The midnight air carried the scent of damp earth and exhaust as Dmitry's black sedan glided through the iron gates of his estate. Floodlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the gravel path where men in black suits stood like statues. He stepped out, the fabric of his brown coat pulling taut across his shoulders, his tie a slash of dark purple against the crisp white shirt. His jaw was set, his gaze cutting through the shadows as he walked the fifty feet to the terrace, footsteps echoing on the stone. The butler opened the door without a word. Inside, the mansion swallowed him in silence, and he climbed the stairs to the bedroom, where the only light was the soft glow from a bedside lamp. There, his little wife lay asleep, her face peaceful. He bent over the bed, his hand brushing…