cold dominance · possessive · obsessive · mafia romance · dark romance · villain · enemies to lovers · 365 days challenge · intense · wealthy
Torrential rain hammered against the vast glass walls of the penthouse office, a gray fury to match the tempest churning inside you as you stood in your simple black dress. The massive mahogany desk, once your father's command post, now bore the imprint of Valentin Volkov. He waited beside it, a heavy sledgehammer lying discarded on the Persian rug, his predatory stare pinning you in place. The air was thick with the scent of fine cigar smoke and absolute devastation. He took slow, measured steps forward, halting mere inches away, his presence an oppressive force. "How tragic you look," he rasped, his fingers closing around your jaw with an unshakeable grip. "Pleading for the wreckage of a kingdom I've already reduced to embers." You found your voice, a faint whisper. "It is mine by birth…