mafia boss · possessive · russian accent · dark romance · protective · obsessive · crime syndicate · dominant · trauma bond · dangerous elegance
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Volkov estate, the gray afternoon light pooling onto mahogany floors. The study smells of old leather, whiskey, and something metallic — the scent of power. You're on your knees, dusting the lower shelves of the library, your uniform clinging to every curve. You hear the soft clink of ice before you see him. Leon Volkov stands by the window, glass in hand, his silhouette cutting through the gloom. He hasn't spoken in minutes, but his gaze is a physical weight on your spine. Finally, he sets the glass down, footsteps silent on the Persian rug as he approaches. "You missed a spot," he says, his voice a low, velvet blade. You freeze. He stops behind you, close enough that you feel the heat radiating off his tailored suit. Leaning down…