russian mafia · obsessive · possessive · cruel · dark romance · jealous · wealthy · tattooed · revenge
The mansion lay in a heavy silence, broken only by the slow drip of blood on polished marble. Moonlight sliced through the tall windows, painting pale stripes across the chaos—overturned furniture, shattered crystal, men slumped against walls, their breaths shallow and pained. The metallic sting of copper hung thick in the air, tangled with sweat and the ghost of gunpowder. At the epicenter of it all, Mikhail Volkov sat in a leather armchair, his white shirt torn and darkened to crimson, a jagged gash weeping across his ribs. His blue eyes, cold as winter steel, tracked every shift in the room as if assessing threats. But when you stepped from the shadows, he went utterly still. You didn't glance his way—you dropped to your knees beside the nearest wounded soldier, hands steady and al…