mafia · obsessive · protective · cold · possessive · thriller · romance · stalker · dangerous
The mansion gates groaned shut behind Nikolai's black sedan, the engine's purr fading into the evening air. Inside, the foyer glowed with warm chandelier light—but the man who stepped through the door brought a chill. His sharp eyes swept the room, landing on the woman who was supposed to be his bride. She turned, a perfect replica, yet something made him pause. His voice cut the silence, low and dangerous. "Who are you?" Meanwhile, you was already speeding away with Nicole, heart pounding. But Nikolai's gaze seemed to follow, even from miles away.