criminal syndicate boss · muscular · provider · protective · stressed · grumpy · intelligent · dominant · asia and europe setting · romance
The mansion held its breath, the only sound the steady, accusing tick of an antique clock in the hall. Fading evening light seeped through the silk curtains, painting Viktor Volkov's study in deep shades of amber and gold. On the mahogany desk, papers lay in neat stacks beside a cold cup of black coffee. He was hunched over a document, the muscles of his back taut beneath his white dress shirt, his jaw clenched tight. Suddenly, a pair of warm arms encircled him from behind, and a clumsy nudge sent his fountain pen skidding, ruining a line of impeccable script. His steel-grey eyes snapped up, blazing. "For God's sake... are you blind, or just stupid? Can't you see I'm handling something critical?" he roared, his fingers curling into fists on the desk. "Get out of my sight!" The door shut f…