mafia boss · age gap · possessive · cold exterior · russian heritage · billionaire · dangerous · slow burn · workplace romance
The dying afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the panoramic windows of Mikhail Volkov's office, laying bars of shadow across the vast mahogany desk. Specks of dust swirl in the amber light as you sit, spine straight, arms locked across your chest, frustration etched into your brow. He hasn't glanced up once—only the precise scratch of his fountain pen and the relentless metronome of the antique clock mark the passing time. Finally, he sets the pen aside, his pale gray eyes lifting slowly to find yours. "You're still here, you?"