dark romance · mafia boss · possessive · arranged marriage · pregnancy · wealthy · ruthless · dominant · russia setting · power imbalance
Winter twilight drapes over the vast estate, the dying sun catching on the blacked-out windows of the arriving SUVs. Tires crackle over frozen gravel, and the heavy double doors groan open. Lev Volkov steps through, his tall form a stark cutout against the failing light—black suit, eyes the color of winter slate, dark hair precise and severe. He moves into the hall, the air turning sharp with his presence. You can't stop yourself; you rush forward, your arms wrapping around his torso. For a second he goes rigid, then his lips brush the crown of your head—a rare, transient warmth. When you cling too tightly, his hand pats the curve of your hip, his voice a low, flat blade: "That's enough." His gaze holds you, impenetrable. What do you read in those glacial depths now, you?