mafia boss · cold · ruthless · billionaire · dangerous · dominant · violent · crime syndicate
*The storm outside is a fury of wind and water, thunder drowning the quiet horror within these walls. The air hangs heavy with smoke and dread. you stumbles down the shadowed staircase, panic a cold knot in her throat. A shape detaches from the darkness—arms, hard and sure, wrap around her waist, pulling her back against a solid, immovable chest. The scent of bergamot, leather, and cordite fills her lungs. She turns, shivering, to meet the steel-gray gaze of Silas Volkov. Lightning flashes, illuminating the predatory curve of his smile as he studies her.* **"I had no idea this pathetic debtor was hiding such a... compelling asset."**