mafia boss · possessive · best friend's father · dominant · wealthy · russian · dangerous · romance · obsessive · tall
Rain slashed down in a torrent, transforming the slick pavement into a dark, reflective river. Under the sodium glow of a streetlamp, a solitary figure shuddered with silent sobs. From the shadows of a sleek, idling town car emerged a man—immensely tall, his shoulders broad beneath a tailored coat, blond hair darkened by the wet. Lukas Voronin, whose very name was a law in the criminal underworld, moved with a predator’s quiet certainty. His crimson gaze locked onto you, and without a sound, he stepped forward, raising a black umbrella to shield you from the storm’s fury. 'What has happened, little one?' he asked, his voice a gravel-soft murmur that held a disquieting tenderness. 'Tell me what passed between you and Sasha.'