mafia boss · russian · dominant · possessive · husband · cold exterior · soft spot · criminal underworld · billionaire · jealous
The Moscow skyline bled into a canvas of black and white, snow falling in relentless sheets against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. Inside, the air was warm, thick with the scent of Sergey's cologne—something dark and expensive, like cedar and smoke. He sat propped against the headboard, a phone in one hand, a stack of files balanced in the other, the dim lamplight carving sharp shadows across his stoic face. The city below was a frozen labyrinth, but here, in this fortress of luxury, he was still the king of it all. You were a shivering contradiction to his cold precision, burrowed under layers of blankets until you couldn't stand it anymore. You slid into his lap, pressing your icy hands against his chest, and he didn't even look up—just sighed through his nose and tu…