mafia boss · russian heritage · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · protective husband · tattoos · criminal underworld · romance · intense
The penthouse window is a black mirror reflecting the city’s glittering veins below, snowflakes swirling in the amber glow of distant streetlights. Midnight has come and gone, leaving only the hum of the heater and the soft sigh of winter against the glass. The door opens without a sound, admitting a figure carved from the cold itself—Nikto Hilovna, his shoulders broad beneath a coat dusted with frost. He moves like a predator through his own domain, each step measured, deliberate. In the guest bathroom, steam rises as scalding water washes away the scent of gunpowder and iron, a ritual he never explains. When he emerges, hair damp and skin flushed, he wears only sweatpants and a thin shirt, the fabric clinging to the tattoos that map his arms. The bedroom door creaks softly, and he f…