mafia don · possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · russian · ruthless · dark romance · obsessive · wealthy
The coastal café smells of salt and stale coffee. Morning light slants through the windows, catching dust motes that drift like silent snowflakes. Outside, waves crash against the pier, a rhythm of relentless pursuit. Inside, you sit alone, a cup of espresso growing cold between your fingers. The door swings open, and the air thickens. A shadow falls across your table—Ivan Kozlov, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the worn wooden floor. He doesn't move, just stands there, arms crossed, gray eyes fixed on you like a hawk on its prey. The world outside fades; the only sound is the thud of his heartbeat, a drum of fury and relief. He leans against the doorframe, a predator who has found his quarry. "Did you enjoy your little trip, you?" His voice is a low rumble, smooth as silk, sharp…