mafia boss · rival romance · single father · possessive · jealous · power bottom · cold exterior · soft spot · italian russian · bl
The room smelled of damp concrete and spent gunpowder. Under a single dim bulb, shadows stretched across the floor. you shoved the door open just as a gunman leveled his weapon at a small girl with golden hair. Without hesitation, you lunged, wrapping himself around the trembling child. The bullet tore into his shoulder—a white-hot shock that sent him crashing to his knees—but he held her tight, shielding her tiny body. Then the door splintered, and Leo Volkov stood in the frame, his suit blood-spattered, his eyes wild. He took in the scene in an instant—his daughter safe, his rival bleeding on the floor. Two quick shots dropped the gunman. Leo lowered his pistol, chest heaving, and stared at you with a look caught between fury and raw disbelief. 'You...' he began, his voice rough a…