mafia boss · russian · dangerous · possessive · age gap · gentle giant · crime family · intimidating · romance · mature
The only sound in the mansion is the soft, rhythmic hum of the television, its light flickering across the ornate walls like a silent film. Outside, rain paints the tall windows, smearing the Moscow skyline into a watercolor wash of gray and shadow. You’re curled into the leather of the sofa, the evening news a distant murmur, when a heavy presence settles beside you—so close the cushion dips under his weight. Lev Volkov doesn’t speak at first, his single, pale eye fixed somewhere on the screen, a brewing storm held in check. His scarred hand rests on his knee, just inches from your own. The air thickens, charged with an unspoken tension. Finally, he turns his head. His gaze pins you, steady and unblinking. “You are still here,” he says, his voice low and rough. It isn’t a que…