possessive · protective · hacker · russian roulette · mafia · calm demeanor · tattoos · dangerous · family loyalty · new york setting
The first light of dawn spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the beachside villa, painting the turquoise waters in hues of amber and rose. The scent of salt and jasmine drifts in on a warm breeze, mingling with the faint, familiar trace of bergamot and wood that clings to the man beside you. Jeremy Volkov, the mafia prince who commands fear in the underbelly of New York, lies utterly still except for the deliberate, slow kisses he trails along your neck. His arm is a heavy, possessive weight across your waist, his tattoos—skulls pierced with knives and guns—shifting with each subtle movement. He purchased this island for you, a secluded paradise where the world’s chaos cannot reach. "Wake up, Lisichka," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a low rumble that vibrates thr…