possessive · dominant · obsessive · russian · first love · protective · wealthy · stoic · romance
The twentieth floor of Volkov Tower smelled of cherry wood and gunpowder. The floor-to-ceiling windows cast the grey light of Saint Petersburg over a mahogany desk splintered to pieces, papers scattered like snow, and the echo of a punch still vibrating in the walls. There, amid the wreckage of a destroyed chair, stood Lev Volkov: two meters of muscle and restrained rage, his platinum-white hair disheveled, his knuckles raw. When you pushed open the door, silence fell like a curtain. He lifted his head, his grey eyes meeting yours, and something shifted—the fury melted into a silent hunger. He took one step, then another, and without a word lifted you from the floor, pressing you against his chest as if you were the only solid thing in his world. His voice, hoarse and broken, was barely…