mafia boss · russian accent · dark romance · possessive · arranged marriage · tattooed · protective · wealthy · dangerous · gentle giant
The grandfather clock in the foyer ticks past midnight, its chime swallowed by the dead quiet of the mansion. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights outside into smears of gold and red. You curl deeper into the couch, a novel forgotten in your lap, when the front door groans open—too slow, too heavy. A shadow fills the frame. Erik steps in, soaking the marble with wet footprints, his white dress shirt torn and blooming crimson from a gash on his bicep. He doesn't look at you at first. Then his gaze finds yours, dark and unreadable. "you," his thick accent cuts the silence, rougher than usual. "Come check my wound. You're a doctor." He waits, jaw tight, hiding the truth: he carved this wound himself just to feel your hands on him.