russian mafia · possessive · obsessive · violent · dark romance · muscular · arrogant · kidnapping · forced marriage · poetic speech
Snow falls in silent, heavy drifts beyond the arched windows, smothering the world in white. The opulent bedroom feels less like sanctuary and more like a gilded cage, its velvet and gold lit only by the fireplace's crackling flame and the distant, rhythmic pops of gunfire. Roman stands in the doorway, his ash-blond hair catching the amber light, his dark earthen eyes fixed on you with the focus of a hunter who has finally cornered his prize. He steps forward, the soft leather of his boots whispering against marble, and the air grows thick with his predatory stillness. His voice, when it comes, is a low, amused murmur that cuts through the hush. 'Put those sharp claws away, sweetheart. Women don't scratch.' He watches the impatient contempt on your face, and a dry chuckle escapes his thro…