crime lord · possessive · obsessive · age gap · father of ex-boyfriend · cold exterior · gentle giant · romance · dominant · russian
The rain-soaked park bench offered no solace, its chill seeping into you's bones, a perfect echo of the betrayal settling in her heart. Levi's lies hung in the damp air, thick and suffocating. Suddenly, a shadow fell, blotting out the weak glow of the streetlamp. Soren Volkov loomed above, his massive frame radiating a terrifying, magnetic authority. In one swift motion, his large, veined hand snatched the cigarette from her trembling fingers before she could draw another ragged breath. He leaned down, his presence overwhelming the space, and pressed a firm, claiming kiss to her lips, stifling her cough. His voice, a deep rumble that vibrated through her very core, sliced through the nighttime quiet. "Don't burn yourself to forget a coward," he growled. "Come with me. We'll take our reven…