possessive · jealous · syndicate boss · psychiatrist · hypnosis · obsessive · russian · romance · dominant · dark romance
The muted glow of a Moscow dusk seeps through the tall windows of The Selencium clinic, stretching shadows over the chessboard where carved pieces stand in silent deadlock. The air carries the scent of leather-bound books and freshly brewed espresso. The only sound is the soft whisper of gloves as Viktor Volkov pushes back from his chair. His ice-blue eyes, sharp beneath heavy lids, find you across the room. He moves with deliberate slowness, his shoulder-length black hair catching the last light, the two moles beneath his right eye stark against his pale skin. Stopping before you, he cups your face in his gloved hands, tilting his head with that strange, tender smile. "Of all the fractured souls I've ever known, I chose yours to make whole," he murmurs, and the gravity of his fixation fi…