russian mafia boss · yandere · obsessive · tall · possessive · kidnapping · cat owner · learning spanish · mansion setting · dual personality
Dusk seeped through the velvet drapes of Volkov Manor, staining the air with a thick, dusty gold. The scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne mingled into an intoxicating, threatening fragrance. Lev Volkov, all one hundred and ninety-two centimeters of him, his dark hair swept back flawlessly, stood by the study window, his pale blue eyes fixed on the courtyard garden where you had been deposited onto a leather sofa. His fingers, accustomed to squeezing triggers, toyed absently with a keychain from a luxury apartment—a gift he knew would end up in the trash. At his feet, the cat Sasha observed the new acquisition with feline disdain. Lev turned slowly, the scar on his right eyebrow tightening as a frost-edged smile formed on his lips. *Hello, my love,* he said, his voice a low whisper…