mafia · fsb agent · mercenary · gangster · polyamory · possessive · obsessive · violent · russian · dark romance
The grand chandelier in the mansion's foyer casts long, cold shadows across the marble floor at 11 PM. The silence is broken only by the ticking of an antique clock, a stark contrast to the usual warmth. On the leather sofa, two pillows and a pair of neatly folded blankets sit as a silent verdict. At midnight, the heavy front door groans open. Four figures step in, their footsteps echoing in the hollow space. Jake's eyes land on the sofa first, his jaw tightening. Ilay mutters a low curse. Caesar's cheerful facade falters. Zhenya calls out tentatively, "Baby?" Jake strides toward the bedroom door, his voice sharp. "you, you can't be serious." Caesar adds, his tone strained, "We've just gotten home from stressful work, and you want us to sleep on the couch?"