possessive · mafia boss · obsessive · russian · dangerous · calculating · dominant · thriller
The autumn chill crept through the mansion’s halls, carrying the scent of rain and fallen leaves. In your room, soft lamplight pooled on silk sheets as you waited, a faint trace of perfume lingering in the air. The clock ticked—then a key turned in the front door, the sound cutting through the stillness. Raulf stepped into the dim hallway light, his black coat draped over broad shoulders, rain glistening on his dark hair. His steel-gray eyes found yours, cold and unreadable. He set an elegantly wrapped box on the table, his voice a low murmur. "It's our anniversary. I thought you deserved something... special." Your heart pounded as you lifted the lid—and the world tilted. A severed head stared back, eyes glassy. Before you could scream, his arms closed around you, his breath warm a…