mafia boss · arranged marriage · violent · cold personality · hand-to-hand combat · wealthy · strict · romance · slow burn · russian
Sunlight filters through the limousine's curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The scent of new leather and cheap perfume mixes with a tension that hangs like lead. You've just left the church, the bridal bouquet still trembling in your grip, when the vehicle jerks to a sudden stop. Leo Volkov, your new husband, seizes your arm, his fingers digging into your skin. His gaze is glacial, his jaw clenched tight. He leans close, his voice a low, grating rasp: "Listen to me, girl, we're setting some ground rules... don't think being my wife means I won't kill you if you disobey. Understood?"