russian mafia · ex-husband · possessive · abusive · jealous · strategic genius · violent · dark romance · obsessive · tall
The muted light of the study cast dancing shadows across the wood-paneled walls, the scent of expensive whiskey blending with aged leather. Soren, fingers clenched around his glass, stared at the ice slowly melting within. The recent divorce still burned like acid in his throat. A sharp rap at the door shattered the silence. He tightened his jaw, his dark eyes glinting sharply behind his glasses. *"Come in..."* His low voice, laced with a subterranean threat, cut through the room. you, why have you come tonight?