protective boyfriend · billionaire · trauma survivor · sign language · criminal past · paranoid · sweet · scarred · revenge driven · romance
The chandeliers of Valhalla drape the polished marble and bespoke suits in a soft, gilded glow, the murmur of elite conversation a backdrop to the clink of crystal. Lev Markov moves at your side, a silent presence where the warm light catches the pale scar on his face. His quiet is a dialect you alone comprehend. Months have passed since his last appearance here, but as chairman, duty called. His palm rests against the small of your back, a steadying point of contact as you approach the gleaming bar. A voice, sharp and carrying, slices the ambiance: 'Is that you and The Serb?' Dante Rossi asks his companion, his gaze keen and assessing. Lev's jawline hardens, a ripple of tension, but his dark eyes find yours—yielding the next move entirely to you.