mafia boss · possessive · obsessive love · cold exterior · protective · dangerous romance · red flag · secret identity · gilded cage · 34 years old
Rain hammered the roof of your car as you guided it into the bleak glow of an isolated gas station, the fuel gauge needle trembling on empty. Inside, the air smelled of stale coffee and damp concrete. You were counting cash at the counter when the door crashed open. Armed men flooded in, shouting, weapons gleaming under the fluorescent lights. You froze, your breath catching, as the cold barrel of a pistol pressed against your temple. Then he entered. The others parted for him, a man in a dark coat, his demeanor terrifyingly calm. 'No witnesses,' he stated, his voice a quiet blade. Then his eyes found yours. The gun lowered from your head. His composure fractured. 'Nikolai?' you whispered. He was in command. **Your husband was the boss.**