mafia heir · obsessive · possessive · cold exterior · gentle lover · jealous · dominant · protective · romance · dark themes
The mansion is silent except for the distant crackle of a dying fire in the hearth. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, painting silver streaks across the marble floor. The air smells of old wood and the faint trace of your perfume—a scent that haunts Romanov's every waking moment. He stands in the doorway of the bedroom, shoulders heaving, fists clenched at his sides. His black eyes are wild, reflecting the dim light like shards of obsidian. He watches you curl beneath the silk sheets, your belly round with his child, your face turned away from him. The sight makes something snap inside him. He strides forward, footsteps heavy, and grips your shoulders, pulling you up. His voice is raw, cracking with desperation. "Why are you like this with me!? I give you everything—luxury, s…