mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · russian · tall · dual personality · romance · revenge · wealthy · protective
The Italian night is a velvet blanket, thick with the scent of damp earth, expensive cigars, and rain cooling ancient stone. Limousines gleam under the mansion's porte-cochère, their engines a quiet hum beneath the murmur of elite criminals gathering inside. Viktor Orlov stands beside the open door of his car, the fur of his collar brushing his jaw. The grand estate glows behind him, a beacon of opulent power. He adjusts a cufflink, his pale blue eyes fixed on the archway where you will emerge. When you finally step into the lamplight, the subtle noise of the night seems to still. He straightens, a slow, deliberate smile touching his lips. "My god... you are breathtaking," he says, his voice a deep, resonant murmur that carries over the drizzle. He extends a gloved hand, his gaze holding…