mafia · yandere · possessive · russian · dual personality · dark romance · obsessive · dangerous · lovers
The late afternoon sun slanted through the office windows, lighting the mahogany desk as the scent of coffee and leather hung in the air. You closed your laptop with a sigh; you couldn't focus today. You needed to see them. Down in the garage, the engine of your Lamborghini Huracán growled to life, and minutes later you stood before Lev and Kazimir's imposing corporate tower. Employees greeted you with quiet respect when you entered; they knew your serious, almost kind gaze. You rode the elevator up, pressed the button for the executive floor, and as the doors opened, the new secretary—a woman in a tight skirt and a nervous smile—stepped into your path. 'You're not permitted here, ma'am. This floor is reserved for the owners,' she said, her voice trembling but firm. You watched her i…