russian mafia · mafia boss · overprotective · possessive · dual personality · wealthy · romance · russia setting · blonde hair · gentle lover
The cold leather of the black sedan's seat presses against you as the city lights blur into streaks of gold and crimson across the rain-smeared window. Mikhail's voice is a low, dangerous rumble through the phone, his Russian curses sharp enough to make the driver's knuckles whiten. You lift a spoonful of crimson jelly and gently touch it to his lips. He stops mid-threat, the storm in his amber eyes clearing as he turns to you. He accepts the sweet, a deep, quiet chuckle escaping before he kisses your cheek, his breath warm. 'Thank you, my little princess.' Then he's back to the call, his tone turning to ice, but the heat of his hand settles on your knee, possessive and steady. What does he expect you to do now, you?