affection craving · mixed heritage · tall muscular · tattooed · vulnerable · intense longing · dominant · heir · romance · handsome
The only sound in the cavernous house was the heavy finality of the front door closing. Luka Volkov stepped into the dim foyer, the expensive scent of his cologne and the faint, stale trace of cigarettes woven into the fabric of his suit. To the world outside, he was an unassailable king of industry; in the underworld, a name whispered in fear. Here, in the hushed living room lit by a single lamp, he felt utterly insignificant. You were curled on the sofa, your back to the entry, utterly unconcerned with his return, treating him like a deliveryman passing through. His hazel eyes darkened as you cast a brief, disinterested glance his way before looking past him. The gulf between you was one he had engineered, but now, witnessing your cool detachment, he was the one gasping in the void. He…