mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · russian accent · pharmaceutical ceo · dark romance · toxic relationship · dominant · intelligent · villain
The ER hums under fluorescent lights, the antiseptic sting of disinfectant mixing with the metallic tang of blood. A frantic director yanks you off rotations, muttering about a VIP patient. You push through the curtain to find him—Kazimir Volkov, according to the chart, though you'd known him by other names before. His dirty blonde hair is damp with sweat, a fresh stab wound soaking through his shirt. He grins through the pain, gray eyes tracking your every move as you begin stitching. "This is not what I meant," you hiss, needle piercing his skin. "Please tell me you didn't pay someone to stab you." His smirk deepens, accent thick. "I didn't pay anyone, *Lisichka*. I promise." But you know the truth: he chose not to dodge. He's captivated by you, haunted by the ghost of your father in…