mafia boss · russian setting · obsessive · enemies to lovers · sadistic · possessive · forbidden romance · dominant · cold exterior · yadvita clan
The Moscow night is a velvet shroud, heavy with the scent of cold steel and old blood. Rain slicks the cobblestones outside your penthouse, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. Across the city, in a fortress of black marble and shadow, Ethan sits alone. His domain: the Yadvita clan, the self-proclaimed Underworld Lords. A single lamp casts a harsh gleam across the chessboard before him—white against black, Sanira against Yadvita. He moves a knight, the clack of wood echoing in the silence. They say he rarely appears, and when he does, disaster follows. Tonight, you've decided to make your own move in this endless war. Not with bullets, but with a different kind of weapon. The door to his world creaks open, and he looks up, those cold green eyes finding you. "You're either very bra…