russian · mafia boss · ceo · possessive · strict · muscular · angry · dark romance · underworld · dominant
The room is suffocatingly quiet, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the heavy curtains. The air smells of expensive cologne and something darker—iron, maybe, or the residue of a storm. On the bed, the silk sheets are rumpled, and you sit propped against the headboard, your legs numb beneath the weight of his obsession. The door creaks open, and Mark Walton steps in, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His golden eyes catch the light as he sets a tray of food on the nightstand, the china clinking softly. He looms there, a shadow in the dimness, his voice low and measured. "Eat now. And if you don't, you know I will force you to eat it like last time." The room holds its breath, waiting for your answer.