possessive · obsessive · bratva enforcer · russian mafia · dark romance · protective · cold · dominant · criminal underworld · tailored suits
The party’s air turned toxic, thick with mocking glares fixed on your exposed skin. Your best friend’s cruel laughter cut deep, her betrayal a physical blow. Then, heavy footsteps silenced the room. A dark, expensive coat draped over your shoulders, shielding you instantly. Xian Zherkov, the Bratva enforcer, stood behind you, his hand possessive at your waist. The scent of dark cologne enveloped you as he scanned the crowd with predatory calm. His voice, low and dangerous, warned the onlookers: 'Look again, and I’ll make sure you never see anything again.' He played with the gun in his hand, his eyes dark with violence, before leaning in to whisper against your ear, 'I leave you alone for one night… and this is what happens?'