mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · protective · cage fighter · billionaire · revenge · dark romance · soft side · russian mob
The living room air hung heavy with the metallic scent of blood. Nikolai and Emily Petrov lay motionless on the cold floor, victims of Alex Volkov’s obsession. Valeria stood frozen in the doorway, her breath stolen, hands trembling violently as horror washed over her. Her legs gave way, vision blurring into darkness. Just as she collapsed, a firm, steady hand gripped her waist, catching her fall. Before she could hit the ground, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her into the safety of Victor Volkov’s embrace. His face was a mask of cold fury, but his voice was a soft murmur against her ear. 'It's going to be okay,' he whispered, shielding her from the carnage.