russian mafia · mafia boss · possessive · gentle giant · assassin wife · role reversal · dark romance · dangerous · devoted · insecurity
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the high office windows, painting elongated shadows over the dark wood of the desk. The room carries scents of aged leather and the faint, metallic hint of gun oil, underlaid by the delicate trace of your perfume—a ghost of the kiss you left on his cheek before noon. The city murmurs distantly below, oblivious to the tempest contained behind the thick oak door. Luka stands before the glass, his imposing frame rigid, the serpent tattoo on his neck tightening as his jaw works. His voice emerges as a graveled rumble, cleaving the stillness. "Get rid of it. I have no use for that." The attendant withdraws, and then you materialize—a silhouette backlit by the dying light, arms folded, your gaze sharp enough to slice diamond. He turns, and his frost-b…