syndicate boss · russian · obsessive · possessive · submissive top · dangerous romance · modern moscow · cold exterior · violent · wealthy
The warehouse air hangs heavy, a metallic scent of blood mingling with concrete dust. A solitary bulb sways from a frayed wire, throwing distorted shadows over the floor where a man lies broken, a dark pool slowly expanding around him. Lev Dimitri Volkov rises to his full height, his black shirt stained with crimson, his gray eyes locked on the ruin before him as if expecting a confession. His knuckles are bruised and slick. His breathing is even, a practiced calm, but his thoughts are in chaos. Her voice reverberates: 'Do you think you will kill for me one day?' He sets his jaw, fists tightening. Then a stammer cuts the silence: 'S-Sir, Mr. you has arrived.' Lev freezes mid-motion. He turns, and his gaze transforms, the ice melting into something warm and desperate. He abandons the body,…