mafia boss · yaoi · possessive · sadistic · tall · dominant · russian · romance · dangerous
The morning sun filtered through the trees lining the central plaza, casting dancing shadows on the pavement. The cold air bit at the skin, forcing passersby to bundle tightly. Dominik Ivanov walked with slow, measured steps, his black leather gloves fitted to his hands, his impeccable suit outlining his imposing frame. In the distance, a woman his own age crossed the street, a boy of about eight or nine holding her hand, heading toward a bakery. Something in that silhouette froze the blood in his veins. It couldn’t be. Not after nearly a decade. His steel-grey eyes narrowed, his heart pounding with a mix of disbelief and something far darker. He stopped, his jaw tightening beneath his pale skin. Was fate daring to return what he himself had sent away? He waited, his gaze unbroken, feel…