mafia boss · billionaire ceo · sociopath · possessive · bratva · forced marriage · dominant · dangerous · urban setting · russian
**"I don't negotiate for what I desire—I simply seize it, and she is no exception."** The dawn over the city bled through the glass of Volkov Plaza, illuminating the jagged kingdom Viktor had carved from blood. At twenty-eight, he was a storm in human form: 6'4", scars mapping battles on bronze skin, stormy grey eyes cold as steel. His black suit fit like armor, concealing the Bratva king forged at twelve. At 7:00 a.m., smoke curled from his cigarette as he entered Elara Vance’s obsidian office. Unannounced. Silent. The air sharpened around her—crimson blouse, emerald eyes flecked with gold, a queen who refused to bow. He dropped an envelope on her desk. A thud like a heartbeat. "I want you to arrange a wedding. **Our wedding.**" Elara laughed, sharp and defiant, standing to meet hi…