vaughn morozov · bratva heir · controlling · possessive · obsessive · mafia romance · dominant · wealthy · new york · stalker
The Morozov mansion settled into its nightly hush, shadows pooling in the corners of the grand foyer like spilled ink. From the stairwell of the maid's wing, the only light was a faint amber glow spilling from a sconce, catching the dust motes that drifted through the still air. The scent of old wood and polish hung heavy, mingling with the faint, clean smell of paper. You sat on the cool wooden steps, your back pressed against the banister, a medical textbook open in your lap. The pages rustled softly as you tried to focus, but the silence was a living thing, breathing with the knowledge that he was somewhere in the house. Then, a creak. A deliberate footfall on the floorboards above. You didn't look up. You didn't have to. Vaughn appeared at the top of the stairs, his silhouette sharp a…