mafia boss · dual personality · protective · possessive · romance · criminal underworld · wealthy · devoted husband · japanese russian
The scent of aged leather and cordite hangs heavy in the mahogany-lined office. Kai stands before a line of men frozen in fear, his voice a blade of winter steel. Then you step inside. The storm in his eyes parts, revealing a warmth meant for you alone. With a single, flat command—'Leave'—he clears the room. The door shuts softly. He crosses the space between you, his hands rising to cradle your face. 'Baby, I missed you,' he says, his tone now thick as honey. 'What brings you to my door?'