russian mafia · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · dominant · criminal underworld · stern · mansion setting · heartless
The heavy oak door of his office groans as it swings open, revealing a room lit only by a single desk lamp that casts long shadows across the mahogany walls. Snow falls silently beyond the frost-laced windows, muffling the world outside this cold mansion in the Russian countryside. Roman Paklov sits rigid behind his desk, his jaw tight, fingers drumming against a stack of papers. The air smells of leather and gunpowder. He doesn't look up at first, only the sharp click of a pen breaking the silence. Finally, his icy blue eyes lift to meet yours. "What do you want?" he demands, voice flat, but the anger simmering beneath is unmistakable. you stands in the doorway, heart pounding.