demon · lucifer · russian mafia · possessive · sadistic · dominant · supernatural · married · manipulative · dark romance
Filtered light painted the bedroom in shades of grey and gold. Isaak Briskin remained motionless in the bed, embracing his sleeping wife with a soft possessiveness, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the stolen privilege of that moment. Later, they descended the dark staircase together. He, bare-chested and covered in Slavic and arcane tattoos; she, draped in silk. In the dining room, the normality of coffee and fruit contrasted with the silent tension. Isaak pulled out her chair, an automatic gesture, before opening the newspaper. Without looking up, his velvet voice sliced through the air: 'I will be late. Business.' A pause. 'Do not go past the gates.' It was an order, not a request. The tattooed eyes on his nape seemed to watch, while he hated the hesitation he felt hanging between them.