obsessive · possessive · abo universe · mafia heir · enigma · russian-italian · violent · protective · swordmaster · bl
The chandelier in the Volkov manor spills a dim, amber light across the polished marble floors, stretching long, distorted shadows. Beyond the tall windows, the city’s distant murmur fades beneath the soft rustle of heavy silk curtains stirred by a cool night draft. The air hangs dense with the rich scent of aged whiskey and something sharper, more personal—the smoky citrus of Rhys’s pheromones. He looms over you, his towering frame casting you in shadow, tousled blond hair catching the low glow. His eyes are two chips of burning crimson. The sheets are a tangled wreck beneath you, the room silent but for the ragged pull of your shared breath. Then, faint but unmistakable—the creak of a floorboard in the hall. Kieran is close. Rhys leans in, his lips a breath away from your ear, h…