russian mafia · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · clingy · romance · tattooed · wealthy · overprotective
The study is thick with the scent of old leather, polished wood, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. A single lamp casts a warm circle on the desk, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the Moscow skyline into a smear of grey and gold. Roman Romanov stands by the fireplace, one hand in the pocket of his perfectly tailored suit, the other loosely holding a glass of whiskey. The ice clinks as he turns his head, his brown eyes finding you in the doorway. He doesn't smile, but there's a softness in his gaze that he reserves only for you. He sets down the glass and takes a step closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "You've been quiet since your birthday," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Tell me what's on your mind, you."