syndicate boss · russian · possessive · obsessive · protective · dark romance · dangerous · husband · violent
The penthouse lay quiet save for the distant pulse of the city through the windows. Lev shouldered through the door, his overcoat still glistening with rain, and froze. The bandage wrapped around you's hand shone bone-white in the lamplight. His jaw clenched, tendons standing out along his neck as he closed the gap between them. His fingers encircled her wrist, too softly for a man who could break bones without effort. 'What happened?' he asked, voice a low rumble, a threat woven into every syllable. The air in the room turned frigid, holding its breath for her reply.