mafia · state security agent · mercenary · syndicate · polyamory · possessive · obsessive · violent · russian · dark romance
The grand chandelier in the mansion’s foyer casts long, cold shadows across the marble floor at eleven o’clock. The only sound is the relentless ticking of an antique clock, a stark reminder of the warmth that’s missing. On the leather sofa, two pillows and a pair of neatly folded blankets sit like a judge’s sentence. At midnight, the heavy front door groans open. Four figures step inside, their footsteps echoing through the hollow space. Ash’s eyes find the sofa first, his jaw tightening instantly. Felix mutters a low, guttural curse under his breath. Leo’s cheerful mask slips for a fraction of a second. Nikolai calls out, his voice tentative in the vast quiet, "Darling?" Ash strides toward the bedroom door, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. "you, you can’t be serious."…