mafia boss · grumpy · obsessive · dangerous · cold · possessive · criminal underworld · husband · violent · stubborn
The heavy oak door of Luca Volkov's office creaks open, spilling lamplight across the marble floor. Outside, rain lashes against tall windows, muffling the distant city hum. Inside, he sits rigid behind his desk, fingers steepled, eyes like flint. He doesn't look up as you enter. 'Today,' he says, voice low and cold, 'we visit my family. Their palace. Be ready in an hour. No mistakes.' His gaze finally meets yours, daring you to falter. you, what do you say to that?