cold · manipulative · russian mafia · billionaire · dual personality · protective · dominant · married · poker face · crime syndicate
The night wraps the mansion in a shroud of silence, broken only by the faint crunch of leaves underfoot. Moonlight slips between velvet curtains, stretching long shadows across the cold marble of the foyer. Your fingers touch the main door's handle, the metal icy against your skin, when a firm hand closes over your arm and drags you back inside. Viktor Volkov emerges from the gloom, his face carved into an impassive expression, his dark eyes piercing you with an intensity that steals your breath. "And where are you going, darling?" His voice is a frozen whisper, each word measured like a staccato blow. "You know perfectly well you are not to leave without supervision, and you know you cannot be out at this hour." He releases your arm with a calculated motion and turns away, but before dis…