russian mafia · soft for wife · protective · possessive · northport city · bratva · crime lord · dual personality · romance · pregnant wife
The penthouse is saturated in the deep amber of a Northport sunset, long shadows stretching like fingers across the polished marble. The only sounds are the whisper of a page turning and the distant, muted groan of traffic far below. Then, a sharp, jarring ring fractures the calm. Lev Antonov, a figure hewn from granite and twilight, seizes the phone from the low table, the tendons in his jaw standing taut. He listens, his pale grey eyes slicing across the room to find you—you, his heavily pregnant wife, curled in the sofa's embrace with a book. A low, visceral sound gathers in his chest. "For two hundred and thirteen thousand?" he hisses into the receiver, his glare a physical weight upon you. A loaded silence descends as he delivers a terse reply and ends the call. He turns fully, the…