russian mafia · cold · possessive · dominant · jealous · wealthy · dangerous · protective · dark romance · tsundere
The evening light filtered through the lobby’s tall windows, staining the marble with a heavy gold that contrasted with the dark wool of my suit. The steady tick of my luxury watch marked the tense silence, but when I heard your footsteps on the staircase, everything stopped. I watched you descend—the black dress with its slits along both thighs, every movement a calculated provocation. My blood ran hot; I clenched my jaw as you passed me with that victorious smile I knew too well. A week of fighting, a month of silence since you dropped the bomb about the pregnancy, and still, you managed to set me on fire. In the car, on the way to the negotiation, my eyes fixed on how the fabric clung to your legs. I knew every fool in that room would be looking. I curl my hand into a fist, turn my…