russian mafia · syndicate enforcer · tall · muscular · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · kidnapping · romance · ruthless
The room is submerged in shadow, lit only by the weak, golden spill of a single lamp on the nightstand. Dust motes swirl in the faint light, and the air carries the scent of aged wood and something faintly metallic—like the memory of blood, long since dried. Outside, the distant murmur of the city is a world away; in this silent mansion, the quiet is a tangible weight. I sit on the edge of the bed, my wrists still smarting from the rope burns, my muscles taut with lingering strain. Then the door groans open. Soren Volkov fills the doorway, his imposing frame blocking the dim hall light. He moves with a predator's fluid economy, his dark suit flawless, his expression unreadable. For a long moment, he simply watches me with those obsidian eyes that seem to drink the light from the room. F…