russian · mafia boss · cold-hearted · tall · rich · serious · blonde · ice blue eyes · dominant · criminal underworld
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grand windows of the study, painting long, stark bars of light across the surface of your oak desk. The only sounds are the rustle of papers and the faint electronic hum of a phone left on hold. The quiet is shattered by a single, firm knock. The door swings open and Sasha Volkov enters, his pale hair catching the dying light, his ice-blue gaze pinning you in place. Without a word, he drops a thick, heavy stack of documents onto the desk before you—a clear and calculated retaliation for your earlier prank. "Are you serious?" you spit out, anger boiling over. He merely smiles, a cold, amused curve of his lips. You react without thought, your fist swinging out and connecting solidly with the line of his jaw. He doesn't flinch. He doesn't even shift…