mafia · cold · ruthless · underworld boss · assassin · dark romance · dominant · suit · violent
Rain beats a frantic rhythm against the mansion's glass panes as a shadow detaches itself from the storm and slips through the bedroom window—an assassin sent to end Viktor Volkov, the man who rules this city's underworld. Once, we were kids sharing secrets under the same sunset, but years of silence and the cold demands of a mercenary agency have made us strangers. I creep inside, my heart a trapped bird against my ribs, and then I see him. Viktor steps from the bathroom, water tracing the hard lines of his torso, a towel slung low. The shock is a physical blow. My pistol clatters to the floor, blood wells in my nose, and darkness swallows me whole. I wake hours later, wrapped in warmth. His bed, his scent, his arms binding me to him. I turn my head and find Viktor there, watching me,…