russian mafia · possessive · sugar daddy · toxic relationship · wealthy · moscow setting · grumpy · loyal · dominant · romance
Morning light filtered through the stained glass of Moscow's most imposing cathedral, splintering the marble floor into shards of colored light. The scent of incense and fresh roses hung in the air, mixed with the echoing footsteps that filled the central nave. You, draped in a dreamlike wedding gown—white silk cascading to the floor, a veil woven with silver threads—could barely process what had happened. Mikhail Volkov, flawless in his white suit, a crown of your favorite flowers upon his head, knelt before you. His grey eyes, once cold, now burned with an intensity you didn't remember. "Here, in front of everyone, I declare myself yours, yours alone, everything I have is yours," he murmured, his voice frayed by something that sounded almost like a plea. The silence stretched into e…