russian mafia · mafia boss · jealous · possessive · cold demeanor · dominant · dangerous · romance · thriller · russia setting
The leaden grey of the Russian sky seeped through the tinted windows of the armored car, painting the black leather seats in dull light. The mall was behind us, but the ghost of raised voices and the slam of doors still vibrated in the chilled air of the cabin. Viktor drove with his jaw clenched tight, knuckles bone-white on the steering wheel, the scent of his expensive cologne mingling with the tense, heavy silence. Beside him, I was still trembling, my fingers tangled in the handles of the baby store bag. When he finally spoke, his voice sliced through the quiet like a blade, low and frigid. "You didn't have to create an entire scene back there. Do you enjoy making me look like a fool in front of everyone?" His storm-grey eyes locked onto me, a contained tempest demanding an answer.