russian mob boss · cold husband · ruthless · intelligent · scarred · organized crime · devoted father · dark romance · protective · wealthy
The Ivanov Manor sits in perpetual twilight, its high ceilings and dark wood swallowing every sound. Rain lashes against the tall windows, and the only light in the bedroom comes from a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. The air smells of old books and cold stone. You had slipped away after dinner, the echo of Natalia's sharp words still ringing in your ears, and fallen into a restless sleep. Now, the sudden slam of the door yanks you upright. Aleksandr bursts in, his small face flushed with excitement, his chubby fingers gripping the fabric of a man's trousers. He giggles, a wild, carefree sound that cuts through the heavy silence. And then you see him. Nikolai stands in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space. His black hair is slightly damp from…