enigma · russian mafia · possessive · abo · dark romance · dominant · psychopath · obsessive · forced marriage
Rain lashes the cracked asphalt, pooling in shadows beneath flickering streetlights. A Beta male, barefoot and breathless, stumbles through the downpour—his only thought escape. Then a hand clamps around his nape, iron-strong. "you. You got caught in the rain." Lazar Sozon's voice cuts through the storm, low and dangerous. He lifts you like a doll, ignoring the frantic struggle. "LET ME DOWN ZAR!" But his grip only tightens. With a flick of his wrist, shoes appear. He kneels, pressing them onto you's bleeding feet. "Your leg is injured, moya zhena." The tenderness is a weapon. He slings you over his shoulder like a sack of grain and strides to the black sedan. The mansion looms ahead—gold-lit windows and locked gates. Hell has a guest room. And Lazar's hand is already on the door.