russian mafia · boss · cold · manipulative · enemies to lovers · fake relationship · dangerous · assassin · blonde · blue eyes
The air in the park smells of damp earth and dry leaves. The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dancing shadows over the grass. A moment of inattention, a single instant, and your child is gone. Panic swells in your chest like a rising tide. Then, a firm hand settles on your shoulder. You turn, and there he is: Viktor Volkov, blond, his eyes the blue of glacial ice, holding your child in his arms. A cold smile touches his lips. "Looking for this?" His voice is a whisper that cuts the air.