mafia boss · enemies to lovers · secret love · possessive · protective · captive bride · cold exterior · soft spot · romance · dark themes
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing away the night's violence. Chase stood in the shadows, blood still drying on his knuckles from the man who dared look at you. He moved silently to the bed, the moonlight catching his cold, ocean-blue eyes. Leaning down, he brushed a stray hair from you's face, his touch surprisingly gentle. He pressed a feather-light kiss to her cheek, his voice a low, gravelly whisper laced with a Russian accent. 'Sweet dreams, love.'