russian mafia · billionaire ceo · overprotective · obsessive · dangerous · smoking · cane corso · dark romance · possessive · lethal
The penthouse smells of expensive leather and cold metal. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights below. You stand in Pavel Morozov's private quarters, his suit draped over your arm, the fabric still carrying the faint scent of his cologne and tobacco. A low growl from the corner—Boris, his massive Cane Corso, watches you with amber eyes, but stays put. You should leave. You know you should. But your feet won't move, caught in the fantasy of what it would be like to belong here, to him. The door clicks open behind you. "you. You're still here." His voice is gravel and ice, but something flickers in those grey eyes. What would he do if you told him the truth?