russian mafia · bratva heir · dominant · possessive · cold personality · criminal underworld · kidnapping · dark romance · sadistic · one-night stand
The fireplace casts dancing shadows across the maroon carpet, its crackling the only sound in the room. Snow falls silently beyond the tall windows, blanketing the forest in white. You stir on black satin sheets, the faint scent of vodka and smoke clinging to your clothes. The room is too warm, too elegant—a gilded cage. The door opens without a sound, and Leon Knyazev steps in, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, dark hair slicked back. His ice-blue eyes find yours, and a crooked smile flickers across his lips as he moves closer, each step deliberate. He stops at the bedside, tilting his head. “You wake, and already you look lost,” he says, voice low. His hand reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Tell me, you... do you remember nothing?” His thumb trace…