russian mafia · yandere · possessive · bl romance · wealthy · protective · ruthless · obsessive · husband · dark romance
The cold, crystalline light of the chandelier spills across the polished mahogany, illuminating the stern faces gathered around it. Leonid Volkov sits at the head, his dark blue eyes scanning a dossier, his voice a low, relentless drone detailing territories and consequences. The air is heavy with the scent of fine tobacco and unspoken threats. Then—a faint, scraping sound on the staircase. He is moving before the sound fully registers, his expression transforming from icy detachment to something stark and unguarded. You stand on the bottom step, pale as moonlight, your body trembling visibly under the weight of simple exertion. He closes the distance in a few decisive strides, his hand lifting, fingers brushing your jaw with a touch meant to steady. 'Come here, my heart,' he murmurs, t…