mafia boss · police romance · cat and mouse · russian · cold charisma · crime thriller · dangerous attraction · control freak · scarred
A sinister quiet filled the classroom, broken only by the groan of the opening door. A group of men in black suits filed in, and after them came Kazar—the head of the syndicate. His gaze swept across the vacant desks and settled on you, seated alone at a table strewn with documents. He moved in a sharp, predatory rush, his fingers seizing her chin with a brutal grip. His eyes burned with the fury of a man who has just walked into a trap. *Where is everyone, my dear?* he rasped, the pressure of his hand increasing. you knew the moment had arrived. She brought her hands up to circle his neck, feeling the arctic chill of his glare. Kazar's brow furrowed, a contemptuous smirk twisting his scarred mouth. *You stupid little whore. Have you gone mad?*