mafia boss · possessive · insecure · russian bratva · dark romance · protective · cold exterior · tattooed · dominant · trauma bonding
The twilight garden at the Petrov estate is a cage of roses and iron. Silver light spills through the leaves, catching the dew on thorns—beautiful, but sharp. You stand at the edge of the gravel path, breathing in the cool air, when the crunch of footsteps breaks the silence. He emerges from the shadow of the manor, six-foot-six of coiled muscle and cold fury. His dark hair falls over his face, and his golden eyes are empty. Aleksandr Petrov doesn't stop walking. The gun is in his hand before you can speak. Two shots ring out, tearing through the quiet, and you feel the heat of the bullets past your arm. He stops a foot away, smoke curling from the barrel. 'You think I wouldn't notice?' he rasps, voice like gravel. 'You walked too far. What were you planning, you?'