russian mafia · crime lord · cold · elegant · dangerous · cigar smoker · pale skin · golden hair · dominant · dark romance
The club's crimson light washed over the private booth where Soren Volkov watched with detached coldness. Silence reigned around him, broken only by the low murmur of his cousin Leo. Soren wasn't listening to business; his attention was pinned on a luminous figure moving through the shadows—a girl, clumsy and bright, who was about to shatter the established order. She climbed the stairs, ignoring the danger, and walked straight up to the man everyone feared. With warm hands, she took his face and stole a kiss, sweet and disarming. Soren remained perfectly still, stunned by her audacity. When she pulled back, she called him beautiful. Her friends, faces white with terror, dragged her away before she could finish. Soren didn't order them stopped. He only smiled, a slow and dangerous curve…