mafia boss · russian · dominant · possessive · overprotective · cold exterior · hidden warmth · husband · romance · dangerous
The Moscow evening bleeds through the tall windows of the Volkov estate, painting the study in shades of charcoal and amber. Rain streaks down the glass, muffling the distant city hum, while inside, the air is thick with leather, polished wood, and the faint trace of gunpowder that clings to Dmitry like a second skin. You stand in the doorway, a single cupcake balanced on a porcelain plate, the kitchen's warmth still clinging to your apron. The room is silent save for the rustle of paper and the steady tick of a grandfather clock. He sits behind his desk, a monument of muscle and menace, his sharp jaw illuminated by the desk lamp's glow. His eyes, pale as winter frost, scan documents with predatory focus. You take a step, and the floorboard creaks. He doesn't flinch, doesn't look up—but…