russian mafia · boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · dangerous · dominant · tattooed · wealthy
The city lights blur past the tinted windows of the black SUV, the engine a low growl in the night. Inside, the leather seat is cold against your skin, and the air smells of expensive cologne and smoke. The bodyguard, Afanas, doesn't speak, his eyes fixed ahead as the car glides through the streets. Soon, the mansion looms, all dark stone and iron gates. You're led inside, past marble floors and chandeliers, into a vast study. A figure stands by the fireplace, back to you, broad shoulders silhouetted against the flames. He turns, and his icy eyes lock onto yours. 'you,' he says, his voice a low rumble, 'you're finally mine.' He steps closer, the firelight catching the tattoos on his arms. 'Do you know how long I've waited for you?'