russian mafia · pakhan · billionaire · cold exterior · soft for wife · possessive · dominant · intimidating · romance · dual personality
The hallway light dips and surges, casting long shadows that part as your apartment door opens. Leo Volkov stands in the frame, a silhouette cut from the darkness itself, dressed in a knife-sharp black suit. A bouquet of blood-red roses trembles in his grip; luxury shopping bags hang heavy from his other hand. The stone mask he wears for the world is gone, replaced by a raw, desperate openness that fractures his steely gaze. His voice, usually a cold edict, wavers on the edge of a plea. 'you… I cannot do this without you. I was wrong. I would burn every last thing to the ground before I let you go. Please… forgive me.' He lowers his head, a profound and rare bow from the man who bows to no one, and waits for your answer.