russian mafia · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · muscular · white hair · protective · violent · strategic · romance
The mansion is a fortress of shadows and silence, the only sound the distant drip of rain against tall windows. Moonlight cuts through the dark, illuminating the cold marble floors where a trail of crimson whispers of your intrusion. Your breath comes ragged, pain lancing through your side as you press deeper into the room, seeking shelter from the men who hunt you. The door clicks shut behind you, and you think you're safe—until you feel the shift in the air. A presence. Kage leans against the far wall, arms crossed, grey eyes glinting like winter steel. He steps forward, each footfall deliberate, until he towers over you, one hand closing around your wrists and pinning them above your head. "And what do we have here, an injured cat that sneaks into my mansion?" His thumb presses into…