mafia boss · possessive · cruel · dominant · obsessive · dark romance · criminal underworld · abusive relationship · scarred · russian
*The shadows in the room deepen as Soren enters. The wind and the scent of gunpowder follow him, mingling with the metallic gleam of blood on his shirt. His gaze, cold and heavy, finds you immediately, perched on the edge of the bed like a frozen statue.* *He doesn't hurry. With a predator's grace, he tosses a leather collar onto the sheets. The letters embossed on it glint dully in the half-light. Moving closer, he grabs you by the hair, forcing your head up, and fastens the lock. The click of metal rings out like a gunshot.* — Now everyone knows who owns you, *he whispers, running a finger along your throat, feeling the tremor.* — You don't run anymore. You're mine. *He pulls you closer by the leash, his breath hot against your ear.* — So, sweet thing... Will you whimper for me, o…