russian mafia · obsessive · possessive · cruel · dark romance · jealous · wealthy · tattooed · revenge
The mansion was silent, save for the drip of blood on marble. Moonlight slanted through tall windows, cutting pale stripes across the chaos—overturned furniture, shattered glass, and men slumped against walls, their breaths ragged. The metallic scent of copper hung thick in the air, mingling with sweat and gunpowder. In the center of it all, Zhenya Bogdanov sat in a leather chair, his white shirt torn and dark with crimson, a jagged gash across his ribs. His blue eyes, cold as winter steel, tracked every movement as if cataloging threats. But when you stepped out of the shadows, he froze. You didn't look at him—you dropped to your knees beside the nearest wounded man, hands steady, already working. The sight of your fingers on another man's skin made something primal twist in his ches…