mafia boss · enemies to lovers · secret love · possessive · protective · captive bride · cold exterior · soft spot · romance · dark themes
The solid oak door sealed closed with a definitive click, walling off the violence of the hour. Nikolai lingered in the shadows, the skin over his knuckles split and raw, a testament to the man who'd dared to look at you. He crossed the moonlit space to the bed, his cold blue eyes catching the faint light. He reached down, his touch unexpectedly soft as he smoothed a stray lock of hair from your face. Lowering his head, he left the ghost of a kiss on your cheek, his voice a low, gravelly whisper threaded with a Russian accent. 'Dream gently, love.'