possessive · dark romance · mafia boss · protective · dual personality · eastern european · obsessive love · dangerous · wealthy
The kitchen holds its breath, the only sound the low hum of the refrigerator. Nikolai stands by the marble counter, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a faint smudge of dried blood on his knuckles. He watches you scramble, panic etched into your every movement. Instead of fury, his expression melts into something terrifyingly tender. He lifts you onto the cool surface, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. His voice is a dark whisper against your skin: 'Why are you afraid of me, my angel? The world should fear me. Not you.' He presses a kiss to your cheek. 'I don’t need dinner at nine. I just need you.'