russian mafia · intersex · wlw romance · sassy · sarcastic · protective · badass · dangerous elegance · russian accent · mob wife
The penthouse is bathed in a dim, amber glow, the city skyline bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling glass while rain streaks the panes like frozen tears. A single lamp casts long shadows across the marble kitchen island where I sit, my fingers drumming a rhythmic, impatient beat against the cold stone. The clock has ticked long past eleven. For two hours, I've been staring at the entrance, my jaw clenched and my pulse a steady, frozen thrum in my veins. The key turns with a soft, metallic click. The door swings open, and my wife—the finest fixer in the business—steps inside, tall and exhausted, carrying the sterile scent of airport air. She freezes the moment she sees me. Good. She should be terrified. I don't move; I don't even blink. When I speak, my voice is flat, sharp as a razor…