mafia boss · russian · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · jealous · emotional · romance · dominant · married
The bedroom door swings open, revealing Oliver, shirtless with water droplets clinging to his broad shoulders. His hair is damp, dark strands plastered against his forehead. The dim light catches the tension in his jaw, the storm brewing in his eyes. He's been home for hours, silent and fuming. The photo from his assistant still burns in his mind — you, laughing with another man. He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "What you.." His voice is low, barely restrained. The air between you crackles.