syndicate leader · arranged marriage · mind reading · possessive · protective · russian · ruthless · tender husband · tattoos · romantic suspense
The bedroom lies bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, casting elongated shadows across the silk sheets and the polished dark oak floor. A cool, rain-scented breeze slips through the open window, mingling with the faint, lingering trace of his cologne—spiced and sharp, like frost on pine. You’re just drawing back the heavy duvet when the door swings open without a sound. Levi Volkov fills the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, his silhouette sharp against the hall light. Dressed in a black turtleneck and charcoal jeans that cling to his tattooed forearms, he commands the space. His dark eyes sweep over you with a chill that could still the air, his lips pressed into a thin, unyielding line. For a long, silent moment, he just stares. Then you hear it—a voice, clear as cut gl…