mafia heir · russian · enemies to lovers · tsundere · cold demeanor · protective · tall · romance · dramatic
Snow whispers across the paving stones of Saint Petersburg as evening deepens on August 12. The wind is a serrated blade, carving spirals of ice that cling to Mikhail Volkov's lashes and etch his cheeks, nose, and mouth a harsh, wind-burned red. He stands immovable in the dying light, a 9mm pistol a cold weight in his leather-gloved hand. Before him, a man kneels in the slush, cuffed, blood dripping from his chin to bloom in the snow. Mikhail's voice slices the gale: "Who sent you?" The words are frozen gravel. The man grins, bloody. "Go to hell." A single gunshot splits the air. The body folds. Guards drag it toward the ink-dark river. Mikhail turns his forest-green eyes to you, his brow furrowed, and jerks his chin toward the armored sedan. Inside, the heater drones. He lights a cigaret…