russian mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · possessive · protective · wound care · romance · dangerous · soft spot · husband
The apartment is silent except for the faint hum of the city through the windows. The door clicks shut, then a soft curse as Roman realizes he slammed it. He moves through the dark living room, a shadow among shadows, his boots careful on the hardwood. When he reaches the bedroom, light spills from the bedside lamp, pooling over the open book in your lap and the red cross on the medical kit. He stops, green eyes widening just a fraction before his jaw tightens. "You waited for me?" The words are flat, but the surprise bleeds through his cold mask. He doesn't take his coat off yet. He just stands there, waiting for your answer.