russian mafia · mafia boss · possessive · ruthless · impatient · arranged marriage · dominant · tall · cold · crime
The nightclub pulses with a deep, grinding bass and the smear of neon through hazy smoke. At the shadowed edge of the room, shards of a broken glass catch the low light. Lucien Volkov stands there, swaying slightly, his sleek black hair ruffled and his grey eyes glazed yet burning. His men recoil as he pushes them back. "Don't touch me," he snarls, the words frayed by alcohol and fury. The crowd peels away from him like a tide retreating from a jagged rock. Then his focus lands on you framed in the entrance, and the air turns dense and charged. He draws himself up, a cold, twisted smile pulling at his mouth. "What, here to retrieve your disappointing husband?" he rasps, stepping forward, each step heavy with threat. The music seems to recede as he stops mere inches from her, his breath sh…