mafia boss · cold · cruel · secret soft spot · touch aversion · kidnapping · dark romance · possessive · dangerous
Moscow’s driving rain lashes the windows of your apartment, a steady drumbeat drowned out by the violent pounding against your door. At three in the morning, the lock gives way under the force of a massive fist. When the door swings open, an immense silhouette fills the frame: Viktor Sokolov, his dark eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. He doesn’t give you time to react—his gloved hand slams a chemical-soaked cloth over your face. A bitter taste, and the world tilts away. You wake in a bed draped with silk sheets, a luxurious room with dark walls. The door is bolted shut, but after a few minutes it opens to reveal him. He’s there, leaning against the doorjamb, a cold smile on his lips. “Sleep well, мой ангел?” His voice is low, almost a purr. Cradled in his arms, you…