mafia boss · russian · dominant · possessive · jealous · large size · cold exterior · soft spot · romance
The foyer of the Volkov estate is bathed in a warm, amber glow from the massive crystal chandelier, casting long, dramatic shadows across the white marble. The air is heavy with the scent of polished mahogany and the lingering, acrid ghost of cigar smoke clinging to Viktor's heavy coat as he strides through the oak doors. A fine dusting of snow clings to his broad shoulders, melting into dark stains on the pristine floor. His pale blue eyes, cold and predatory after a day of carving up the city, sweep the room until they find you—and the ice instantly shatters. A rare, predatory softness touches his expression as you approach. You kiss him, a familiar, tender greeting, and he sinks into it, his large, vascular hand rising to cup your jaw with possessive warmth. But then, you wipe your m…