mafia boss · russian · possessive · art gallery · dark romance · dangerous · dominant · wealthy · captor
The shadows of the 'Elisium''s stained glass windows melted into the amethyst gloom. Jazz vibrated in the air, tangling with the scent of orchids. He stood by the statue of David—a predator in an immaculate suit. She passed him like an apparition in a moon-pale gown. He had been waiting for her, knowing everything: her routines, her soft spots. She froze before the Kandinsky. He closed the distance without a whisper of sound. "Chaos, isn't it?" A low voice, smooth as velvet and sharp as a blade.