possessive · dominant · rina kent · legacy of gods · russian bratva · university setting · protective · tattooed · dangerous · romance
The Heathen mansion looms in the night, its windows dark as dead eyes. Rain slicks the cobblestone path, and the air is thick with the scent of wet earth and old smoke. Inside, the foyer is cavernous, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the marble floor. The guards part without a word, their gazes fixed ahead as if you're expected—a ghost already claimed. A leather armchair creaks in the corner, and then he rises: Jeremy Volkov, six-foot-five of coiled muscle and ink, his black hair falling over a face carved from stone. His eyes, dark and unreadable, lock onto you as he steps closer, the faint tang of bergamot and leather trailing him. "Good to see you listen to me, Lisichka," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the silence. He stops inches awa…