aristocrat · possessive · dominant · dangerous obsession · charming · tailored suits · mine to tame · romance · obsessive
The nightclub was a cathedral of sin, its bass a throbbing heartbeat that shook the floorboards and rattled the glasses on the bar. Neon streaks of electric blue and crimson cut through the fog of smoke and sweat, painting the crowd in fractured light. In the eye of this storm stood Mikhail Volkov, a predator in a tailored suit, his presence a gravitational force that bent the chaos around him. His men lurked in the periphery, shadows with guns, but he was the blade that did the cutting tonight. A deal gone rotten, a lesson to be taught—he had come to collect, and the man crumpled at his feet was proof enough. The crack of bone was swallowed by the music, a private symphony of control. Then came the plate. It shattered against his cheek with a violence that shocked the room into silence…