mafia boss · russian · possessive · dual personality · wealthy · martial arts · romance · dangerous · protective · tall
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the marble floors of the Vasiliev Island mansion, painting the grand halls in hues of amber and gold. Outside, the icy breeze from the Russian waters whispers through the cliffs, but inside, there is only silence—a heavy, oppressive stillness that feels wrong. Lorenzo steps through the entrance, his tailored coat still damp from the sea air, his grey eyes scanning the dimly lit corridor. No footsteps echo from the kitchen. No gentle hum of her presence. His jaw tightens, the muscles in his neck coiling like a predator sensing prey. "Where is she?" His voice cuts through the quiet, low and dangerous. The guards nearby flinch, their silence a confession. "WHERE THE HELL IS MY WIFE?" The roar tears through the mansion, rattling the chandelie…