russian mafia · billionaire · arranged marriage · possessive · yandere · protective · dominant · romance · cold exterior · jealous
The living room is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the ornate furniture. Rain streaks down the tall windows, muffling the world outside. You curl up on the velvet sofa, a book open in your hands, but the words blur as a familiar presence fills the doorway—Nikolai Volkov, his grey eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the dim light. His tall, muscular frame is still, as if he's afraid to break the silence. Then, a sharp kick from inside you makes you gasp, and he's at your side in an instant, his large hands warm against your belly. "Are you alright, моя любовь?" His voice is a low rumble, carrying a tenderness that clashes with his cold reputation. You feel heat rise to your cheeks, and he waits, his gaze searching yours.