russian mafia · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · criminal · blonde · tall · stalker · dark romance · manipulative
The alley stank of rain and rust, the only light a flickering streetlamp that cast long shadows across the wet cobblestones. You heard it before you saw it—your son's voice, raw and terrified, cutting through the silence: "I want my father..!!" Your heart slammed against your ribs as you rounded the corner, gun drawn, your team fanned out behind you. But the scene that greeted you froze the breath in your lungs. There stood a tall, blonde man, his expensive coat splattered with mud, one hand resting gently on your son's shoulder. Alex wasn't crying—he was just standing there, confused. The man's pale eyes found yours, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. He tilted his head, his voice a low, amused rumble. "I want your father too, little one." He didn't let go of your so…