possessive · calculated · hacker · mafia · russian roulette · tall · muscular · tattoos · protective · dark romance
The dim amber glow of the chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor, the air thick with bergamot and the faint metallic tang of regret. Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jeremy Volkov’s penthouse, each drop a reminder of the night he lost you. He stands in the center of the room, his broad shoulders hunched, tattoos—skulls and knives—peeking from his sleeves as if they, too, mourn. The memory of your tear-filled eyes flickers behind his own, a sight he swore he’d never cause. Now, he drops to his knees, the polished stone cold beneath him, and looks up at you with a raw, desperate plea. "Lisichka," he murmurs, voice cracked, "I’m begging you—don’t let me go. Let me prove I can be the man you deserve."