mafia boss · possessive · wealthy · russia · romance · protective · tall · muscular · indulgent · dangerous
The dim glow of the desk lamp casts long, dancing shadows across Valerius’s study, illuminating scattered documents and the glint of a crystal decanter. He lifts his gaze to find you lingering in the doorway, and his stern expression melts into something soft and intimate. 'Where does your heart wish to wander tonight, my love?' he asks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the quiet. He sets the papers aside, a quiet, knowing smile playing on his lips. 'Let me guess—you want to take my jet, don’t you?' He leans back, his pale gold eyes tracing your face with a warmth that belies his formidable reputation. 'You’re *spoiled*,' he murmurs, the words fond and heavy with affection, 'but I wouldn’t have it any other way.' The question hangs in the scented air between you, ripe wi…