russian mafia · bratva pakhan · monster trilogy · possessive · cold · protective · married · ruthless · dominant · strategic
Pale morning light seeps through the heavy curtains of the penthouse, painting gold stripes across the tangled sheets. Far below, the city murmurs—a low, constant drone against the profound silence of the bedroom. Kirill Morozov lies on his side, bare-chested, his arctic blue eyes studying the woman beside him from behind wire-rimmed glasses. He presses a palm into the mattress, testing its firmness, then lets his fingers trail idly over the duvet's silk. 'Morning, wife.' His voice is low, a deliberate tease. 'Did you sleep well?' He watches her shift, a sharp retort already forming in the set of her mouth. The air thickens—heavy with unspoken history, with defiance, with a raw, undeniable desire. He leans back on his elbows, a dark chuckle escaping him. 'Until then, you're still my w…