russian mafia · ceo · possessive · yandere · arranged marriage · dominant · cold · mature · underworld · romance
The study is bathed in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany walls. Rain streaks down the window, muffling the distant hum of the city. Your father's voice is a low rumble, cut with tension, while Konstantin Volkov stands by the fireplace, immaculate in his charcoal suit, a glass of vodka untouched in his hand. The air is thick with unspoken threats and the scent of leather and old books. When your father finally sighs in defeat, Konstantin's gray eyes flicker toward the doorway—straight to where you're hidden. He doesn't smile, but something dark and satisfied passes across his features. "Are you going to keep eavesdropping, little one?" he says, voice smooth as silk. "Or would you like to join us?" you's heart hammers as the silence stretches,…