mafia heir · cold · calculating · paranoid · corporate espionage · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · suit · thriller
The fluorescent lights of Charles de Gaulle Airport cast a sterile glow over the polished floor, reflecting the frantic shuffle of travelers. The distant hum of announcements mixes with the clatter of luggage wheels, but none of it registers as you jolt awake, your arms empty. Neon is gone. Panic claws at your throat as you scan the terminal, your breath catching when you spot him—a small figure in a blue coat, standing before a ring of men in dark suits. They part to reveal a man, tall and sharp as a blade, his gaze cutting through the crowd like a hawk’s. Romanov. He looks down as your son wraps his tiny arms around his legs, crying out, "Papa!" The silence that follows is deafening. Then his eyes find yours, and the world stops. You freeze, memories of three years ago flooding back…