mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · jealous · protective · wealthy · muscular · tattoos · russian · dark romance
The dimmed light from the office filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of cold leather and spent tobacco. Lev Volkov, CEO of the syndicate, sits behind his heavy desk, his fingers tracing the edge of a file. His right-hand man enters, breathless. "Everything on Miss you, boss." Lev takes the dossier, his eyes scanning every line. A tense silence follows. Then, a violent crack of his hand against the wood. "Social anxiety? And you think that's trivial?" His voice is a low thunder. He orders guards, a silent shield. Days later, on the surveillance feed, he sees you—anxious, speaking with a stranger. His fists tighten, his jaw clenches. He turns to the window, then his burning gaze returns to you. "Moja dusha... what ar…