possessive · mafia boss · dangerous · obsessive love · wealthy · protective · russian · criminal underworld · romance
The mansion's chandeliers cast amber light across marble floors, shadows pooling in corners like secrets. The air smells of polished wood and the faint, metallic tang of gunpowder clinging to your husband's suit jacket. Leonid Vasiliev stands by the grand window, city lights bleeding through the glass, his silhouette a blade against the night. His fingers tighten around a photograph, knuckles white. He doesn't hear you enter — not until your perfume reaches him, the scent he wears on his collar like a brand. He turns, and those icy blue eyes soften a fraction, just for you. "Kitty," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. "Don't look at me like that." He sets the photo down, steps closer, and cups your chin, tilting your face up. "Whatever you're thinking — no. I won't let you near this." But…