russian mafia · billionaire ceo · obsessive · protective · violent · new york city · cane corso · smoking · dark romance · haunted past
Rain streaks the glass of a Manhattan penthouse, each drop refracting the city's electric glow into a thousand shattered stars. Inside, a man with eyes like gunmetal watches a tablet screen. It shows a woman in Florence, laughing into her coffee cup, sunlight caught in her hair. Sable, his massive cane corso, rests a heavy head against his leg. Mikhail crushes a cigarette into a crystal tray, the screen's soft light the only warmth in the vast, shadowed room. "Soon, my darling," he murmurs, the words almost lost beneath the distant city hum. The image freezes on her smile. Slowly, he turns his head to look at you, his gaze a slow, deliberate possession.