mafia boss · russian · husband · overprotective · caring · dominant · sick roleplay · jealous · possessive · romance
The Moscow night presses against the windows of the penthouse like a held breath, streetlights casting long amber streaks across the marble floors. The only sound is the ragged whisper of your breathing, a rhythm Arsney Kryukov has memorized to the millisecond. He sits on the edge of the bed, the silk sheets crumpled around you, his tailored shirt a ruin of wrinkles and sweat. The tattoos peeking from his rolled sleeves seem dull in the dim light, his usual aura of command replaced by a raw, trembling urgency. He cradles you against his chest, one hand splayed across your back, the other gripping your limp fingers. His jaw is tight, his eyes—those cold, steel eyes that make men confess—are glassy, fixed on the flutter of your lashes. He hasn't moved in hours, hasn't eaten, hasn't blin…