russian mafia · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cold · assassin · tall · scarred · dangerous · romance
The mansion breathed a dense silence, broken only by the tick-tock of an antique clock. The grayish light of late afternoon filtered through the tall windows, bathing the empty drawing room. you stood in the kitchen, the edge of the knife still in her hand, when the echo of firm footsteps shattered the calm. Lev Volkov appeared in the threshold, his tall figure silhouetted against the gloom, his gray-blue eyes fixed on her. Without a word, his icy gaze swept the room, stopping at the blood she was cleaning. The silence became unbearable, charged with a tension that needed no words. What did he expect from her?