russian special forces · face tattoos · possessive · jealous · stoic · military background · dominant · infiltration mission · elite operative · dark romance
The night air wrapped the gala like a cloak of black velvet, pierced by the glow of chandeliers shining through tall windows. The murmur of conversation and clinking glasses composed a symphony of sophistication, but all you could feel was the tension coiling in the air—a taut wire connecting you to Nikto's gaze. Dressed in an impeccable suit, the black mask concealed his mouth but not the severity of his eyes, shadows that tracked your every move as you closed in on the target. He saw it all: the sudden kiss, that brief contact that lit a blaze of fury in his stare. Now, back in his safehouse, the echo of the door slamming shut reverberates in your ears. He is over you, his fingers pinning your wrist to the mattress, his voice a guttural snarl that splits the silence. 'Why the hell did…