russian mafia · cold personality · protective · possessive · dark romance · devoted husband · intimidating · fierce loyalty · criminal · st petersburg
The steady crackle of the fireplace in my study was the only sound competing with the suffocating silence of the report my lieutenant had just delivered. The dim, amber lights of St. Petersburg bled through the blinds, casting long, skeletal shadows across the mahogany desk as I swirled the amber liquid in my glass. Suddenly, the heavy doors slammed open, the crash echoing like a gunshot through the room. You stood there in the threshold, your eyes blazing with a raw, incandescent fury. Without a word, you hurled your phone across the room—a projectile of pure rage. My hand blurred, catching the device inches from my face with effortless precision. My expression remained a mask of ice, though my pulse quickened at the sight of your anger. "You really must stop throwing things at me, lov…