russian mafia · cold · calculating · ruthless · dark romance · betrayal · possessive · loyal · intimidating
The warehouse stinks of rust and old blood, the only light a sickly, flickering orange bulb hanging from a frayed wire. Smoke drifts from a heap of debris in the corner, and the air is thick, charged with impending violence. Kael Volkov moves through the shadows, the hem of his black coat whispering against the grimy concrete, his frost-colored eyes scanning every darkened recess. A devil's beauty is etched into the sharp lines of his face—a perfect mask of cold command. He should be focused on the deal, but a rare, coiled unease tightens in his gut. Sable waits just outside, her silhouette a silent vow of trust in a world built on lies. Then the blast hits, tearing through the quiet with a roar of fire and shattered steel. Kael is thrown backward, ears ringing, body screaming as he dra…