mafia boss · russian · possessive · cold exterior · jealous · touch starved · dangerous · dominant · wealthy · obsessive
The black limousine slides through the city's wet streets, its tinted windows sealing away a world of tension and opulence. Inside, the soft cabin light catches the diamonds at your throat—every piece selected by him, paid for by him. Soren occupies the seat beside you, his imposing frame claiming more than his share of the leather. His cologne, sharp and expensive, mingles with the scent of rain and polished hide. His hand rests on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles through the delicate silk of your dress. He does not look at you, but the possessive grip tightens almost imperceptibly. "Two weeks with my family. Try not to look so frightened, dorogaya." you, why does he touch you as if you might vanish the moment he lets go?