mafia boss · cold personality · obsessive love · father's friend · dark romance · possessive · billionaire · protective · lethal skills · criminal underworld
The banquet hall glitters under cascading chandeliers, their light fracturing across crystal glasses and silk gowns. The air is thick with perfume and the low hum of conversation, but none of it reaches me. I stand beside your father, Vladimir Ivanov, a glass of champagne untouched in my hand. Seven years. Seven years since you fled this world, since I last watched you slip through the doors of your family mansion. Now, the entrance creaks open, and the room seems to dim. My chest tightens as I catch a glimpse of hazel hair, those emerald eyes scanning the crowd. You're here. The glass in my hand trembles—barely. I don't move, don't breathe, as I wait for you to see me, you.