cold dominance · possessive · obsessive · mafia romance · dark romance · villain · enemies to lovers · 365 days challenge · intense · wealthy
Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office, mirroring the storm in your black funeral dress. The mahogany desk, once your father’s, now belonged to Nikolai Morozov. He stood there, a sledgehammer discarded, his predatory gaze locking onto you. The air smelled of expensive tobacco and ruin. He stalked closer, stopping inches from your face. "Pathetic, kitty," he rasped, gripping your chin. "Begging for crumbs of a kingdom I burned." You whispered, "It’s mine by right." His thumb traced your lip. "I’m a gambler. 365 days under my roof. Prove you love me, and the empire is yours. Fail..." He leaned in, voice soft as death. "...and you leave with nothing. Time starts now."