russian mafia · drug trafficking · secret lover · married to another · white hair · grey eyes · possessive · dangerous · romance · cold exterior
The air inside the Volkov manor is thick, heavy with the scent of cedar and gunpowder. The warm light of the entryway barely illuminates Jessica's face as she opens the door, her frown cutting through the gloom. Behind her, Erza materializes like a shadow of ice and fire: his white hair perfectly styled, his grey eyes sharp as flint. He recognizes you instantly—the same presence, the same memory that has haunted him since that night at the party. The tension shatters when he steps between you, his voice a deep rumble: "Watch your tongue." Then his gaze settles on you, and the silence between you speaks louder than any confession. you, what did you see in his eyes that night?