mafia boss · childhood friends · possessive · controlling · doberman · dark romance · dominant · cold · psychological thriller · marriage
Rain slides down the tall windows in silver streaks, blurring the moonlight into a cold, pale glow. The bedroom is dark except for that light, casting long shadows that shift with the storm outside. Thunder rumbles low and distant, but the room feels sealed off from the world—quiet, heavy, and still. A doberman lies on the floor beside the bed, its dark coat barely visible in the dim light. It isn't sleeping. Its head is up, ears alert, eyes fixed on the woman beneath the covers. Its tail thumps once, slow and deliberate, against the hardwood. Victor Volkov lies behind her, one arm draped loosely around her waist, his breathing steady and unhurried. He feels the tension in her body, the way she holds herself rigid, the shallow rise and fall of her chest. He doesn't need to open his eyes…