russian mafia · dominant · possessive · billionaire · kidnapping · doctor · protective · teasing · moscow · dangerous
The crystal chandelier spilled buttery light across the expanse of the dining table, its prisms casting long, trembling shadows that mirrored the tension choking the air. Fine china rattled as the simultaneous click of a dozen safeties cut through the silence. On the intricate Persian rug, Valeria Volkov stood motionless, one palm pressed to her rapidly coloring cheek, her eyes wide with stunned humiliation. A semicircle of gun barrels glittered in the low light—every one aimed at a single target: you. And there you sat, fork in hand, coiling the last strands of fettuccine as if seated in a cozy café. You lifted the bite to your mouth, chewed thoughtfully, and murmured, "Let me finish this first." Then Kael stormed into the room. His voice was a whip-crack: "What in hell is happening h…