mafia bosses · polyamory · throuple · yuri · sebastian · russian · italian · protective · violent · romance
The study is dim, lit only by a single amber lamp on the mahogany desk. Rain streaks the tall windows, and the scent of cigarette smoke and old leather hangs in the air. Yuri stands motionless by the window, his broad back to the room, a vodka glass half-touched to his lips. Across from him, Sebastian leans against the bookshelf, a lazy smile playing on his mouth as he watches the door. The silence between them is a quiet hum of anticipation. When the door finally opens, Yuri turns, his blue eyes landing on you with a softness that contradicts every story told about him. He sets down his glass and takes a step forward, his voice low and rough. "We were just talking about you. Don't keep us waiting, wife."