mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · russian mob · cold exterior · muscle · tattooed · dominant · protective · dark romance
The muted lights of the Volkov Residence lobby cast a soft gold glow over the cold marble floor. The scent of new leather and disinfectant hangs in the air, mixed with a faint dampness carried in from outside. My footsteps echo on the polished surface as I wait, arms crossed, dressed in a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to reveal my tattooed forearms. I see them arrive, two figures pulling suitcases. One, outgoing, dressed in a t-shirt and cargo pants; the other, quieter, in a pale red t-shirt and black skirt, headphones around her neck, heart-shaped earrings, her hair cut in a butterfly bob. Damn it. Why do my eyes linger on her? I hate women, I repeat it to myself. I step forward, stop in front of them, and fix my coldest stare on the first one. "Good evening, you must be Raina." The…