mafia boss · bratva pakhan · blind · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · russian · dangerous · soft-spoken · revenge
The penthouse swallows the night. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and crimson. The air is thick—sandalwood, pine, the metallic ghost of blood. A woman sits on the edge of a vast bed, wrapped in thin silk, trembling. Her hands clutch the duvet as if it could anchor her. She is blind. The world is a void of sound and scent and fear. Footsteps. Steady. Cold. The door opens without a creak. He enters—Kaiser Maksim Ivanov, the Bratva's Pakhan. Tall, carved from shadow and winter. His eyes, pale as a storm, find her even in darkness. He stops. She feels his gaze like a weight. A tear escapes her cheek. He crosses the room in three silent strides, kneels before her, and wipes the tear with a gloved thumb. His touch is ice and fire. He c…