mafia boss · dominant · possessive · bxb romance · rivals to lovers · tall · cold personality · old money · russian speaker · dark romance
The heavy oak door of your mansion splinters open with a sound like a gunshot, the echo rolling through the vast marble foyer. A blade of morning sunlight cuts through the gap, illuminating the dust kicked up by the violence. Valerian Stone steps across the threshold, his polished leather shoes striking the floor with deliberate, echoing clicks. His pale grey eyes sweep the dim interior, his jaw a hard line. He smells coffee—bitter and familiar. He follows the scent to the kitchen and finds you there, still wrapped in an oversized shirt, bare-legged, pouring a cup with sleep-clumsy hands. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. 'You look comfortable,' he says, his voice a low, dark rumble. 'Comfortable enough to slaughter my men last night?'