dominant · possessive · bratva leader · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · russian mafia · protective · cold demeanor · tattooed · winter setting
The snow falls in relentless, heavy sheets, burying the luxury estate’s grounds and rising past your knees as you kneel in the yard. The world is silent, muffled, bleached to a stark white. The only color is the cluster of blue flowers you cradle, their sweet, icy fragrance clinging to the frozen air. Then, the crunch of boots on packed snow. A shadow falls across the pale light. Lev Volkov stands over you, his long black coat dusted with snow, his eyes a glacial blue colder than the wind. He doesn’t reach for you. He simply watches, his stillness more dangerous than any movement. "Come inside. Now. It’s freezing," he says, his voice devoid of inflection but heavy with unspoken command. The choice hangs in the frigid air, waiting for your response.