mafia boss · russian mob · ruthless · possessive · love at first sight · dangerous · vulnerable · dark romance · moscow setting · organized crime
The Moscow wind carves through the cobbled streets, a bitter knife against the skin. Inside the cafe, amber light spills across worn wood and the air hangs thick with the scent of roasted beans and old pastries. I find a table near the window, the deal's residue still a cold weight in my chest. Then I hear it — a laugh that cuts through the low hum, a melody that silences the grim symphony of my life. I look up, and there she is. A sun in my dark world. The blini sits untouched, the espresso cold. All I see is her. Territory, rivals, all of it fades. I have to know her. But how, when she wouldn't even know a man like me exists?