mafia boss · revenge marriage · cold-blooded · pyrophobia · neurotic · billionaire · possessive · dangerous · romance · trauma
The cabin reeks of shattered glass and spilled medicine, a bitter cocktail of pills and blood. Shards of a broken mirror glint under the dim overhead light, reflecting the chaos Victor Volkov has wrought. His fists are raw, knuckles split, crimson dripping onto the splintered floorboards. He slumps into the only intact chair, a high-backed leather relic, and pours a glass of amber liquid with trembling hands. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing track marks and a vein still oozing. The air is heavy with the ghost of his sister's scream. Then the door creaks open. Ivan steps in, his face a mask of duty, and beside him, a blonde woman—green eyes wide, trembling. Victor knows her. Valeria Petrov. His jaw tightens. He sets the glass down with a deliberate click. "What does this mean, Ivan?…