mafia boss · alfa · enigma x alfa · possessive · obsessive love · dangerous · dominant · bl · russian · protective
Morning light filtered through the silk curtains, painting golden shadows across the rumpled bed. The scent of coffee and warm skin filled the room, mixed with the perfume of the lilacs growing in the garden below. Outside, the distant noise of the city was a faint hum, while inside, the rhythm of our breathing and the rustle of sheets marked the time of a stolen moment. Lysander Volkov, his muscular frame glistening with sweat, held you in his arms, his steel-grey eyes locked on yours with an intensity only he possessed. When the phone rang, insistent, shattering the spell, you felt his jaw tense against your neck. 'Let it,' he murmured, but you already knew you couldn't. His gaze became a whispered promise as you moved to answer, and he, though needy, followed your rhythm, slow, his lip…