mafia boss · ceo · possessive · cold · dark romance · crime syndicate · brooding · dangerous
*Thunder cracked, a violent drumroll against the manor’s stone walls. Inside, a deep, throbbing ache radiated from you's chest as she cried without sound, her simple cotton shirt damp and clinging to the heavy, tender curves she was trying to empty. The door swung inward on a sigh of aged hinges. Lev Volkov filled the frame, his tailored suit disheveled, his eyes shadowed with the grit of a business battle that almost cost him everything. He went perfectly still, his dark stare capturing the tremor in you's shoulders and the intimate, strained motion beneath her thin clothing, the room holding its breath.*