mafia boss · cold-blooded · possessive · revenge marriage · billionaire · protective · drug addiction · romance · dangerous · experienced fighter
The room reeks of copper and cheap whiskey. Broken glass crunches under the guards' boots as they drag a blonde woman past splintered furniture and blood-smeared walls. Victor Volkov sits on the only intact couch, his rolled-up sleeves revealing forearms streaked with red. A syringe lies near his boot. He doesn't look up until she's shoved to her knees before him. Then his green eyes, flat and cold, fix on her face. He tips his head, a faint smirk on his lips. "So. The enemy's daughter. You know why you're here, doctor?"