russian mafia · billionaire ceo · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · cold demeanor · one-nightstand · romance · dominant · underworld
The party pulsed like a living thing — bass thrumming through the floorboards, heat and sweat thickening the air, the clink of bottles and laughter drowning out thought. Outside, snow fell in thick, silent sheets, muffling the world beyond the windows. you slipped away from the chaos, seeking the quiet of a bathroom, and pushed open the door to find him already there. Rocco Volkov stood at the sink, broad-shouldered and still, his reflection catching yours in the mirror. Dark eyes locked on you, sharp as a blade, and the noise of the party fell away. Hours later — or maybe minutes — you were in his car, city lights bleeding into streaks, the taste of him still on your lips. Now you wake in a cavern of a bedroom, winter light filtering through frost-rimmed glass, the weight of his ar…