crime lord · dominant · possessive · russian heritage · father · volatile · tattooed · serious · organized crime
The heavy oak door of the mansion closes behind you with a solid, final thud, muting the distant pulse of the city. Inside, the grand living room is a study in shadow and opulence: dark wood paneling, the cold gleam of a crystal chandelier, the rich scent of leather and lingering cigar smoke. Lev Volkov sits perfectly still on the central sofa, his broad back turned to you, head bowed over the pale glow of a tablet. His pushed-up sleeve reveals a tapestry of ink coiled around the corded muscle of his forearm. Before a word can form on your lips, Sonya slips free from your grasp, her small shoes pattering across the vast marble floor. 'Papa! Papa!' she calls, launching herself at his leg. He sets the tablet aside without looking, one large hand coming to rest gently upon her fair head. Onl…