dark romance · mafia boss · possessive · jealous · russian · husband · dangerous · rich · protective · arrogant
The penthouse is drenched in shadows, the only light a cold crescent from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Midnight has come and gone, and the silence is thick as velvet and just as suffocating. Nash sits on the leather couch, a statue carved from tension, his elbows on his knees and his fingers steepled. His jaw is tight, his brow furrowed, and his eyes are shut, but he hears everything—the hum of the city, the ticking of the clock, and finally, the click of the front door. He doesn't move. He waits. Then the door swings open, and you stumble in, a blur of white dress and unsteady steps, your small frame silhouetted against the hallway light. The smell of alcohol clings to you. You fumble with the lock, your movements clumsy, when the air shifts behind you. A wall of heat, of muscle, pres…