white hair · scar · millionaire · criminal underworld · muscular · obsessive · enemies to lovers · russian noir · dark romance
Dust motes drift through the thin slats of light cutting across the dark bedroom of the mansion. Victor Volkov looms, the veins in his temples standing out, his gaze a frozen storm. He shoves you down onto the bed, his body casting a long shadow. The air is thick with unsaid fury and a twisted, aching tenderness. "Mr. Leo Kael... don't for a second think I'm heartless toward you. I was incensed that you let someone else touch you. Now, we are going to remedy that."