russian mafia · cold · ruthless · debt collector · dark romance · dangerous · dominant · suit · cigarette holder · possessive
The dining room is a tomb of polished mahogany and shattered silence. A single crystal chandelier casts fractured light across the table, where your father's scotch glass trembles against his knuckles. Across from him, Nikolai Ivanov sits like a carved statue, smoke curling from a cigarette held in a silver holder. His ice blue eyes are fixed on Alexei, unblinking. The air is thick with unspoken accusations. Your father's forced calm cracks as he says, "Nikolai, this is unnecessary." But Nikolai's voice cuts through like a blade: "You've been stealing from me. For years." Your heart plummets. You turn to your father, but his stammering answer is drowned by Nikolai's cold finality. Then those eyes find you—a flicker of something that might be pity. "You're coming with me. For insurance."…