russian · billionaire · crime boss · possessive · obsessive · cold · dominant · siberian · dark romance
The city sprawled beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, its lights igniting one by one like distant, scattered sparks. Rain painted slow, deliberate tracks down the penthouse glass, each drop catching the neon glow from the streets far below. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of fine tobacco and the quiet, resonant hum of absolute authority — a space where fortunes were made and lives were quietly erased. He stood before the window, phone pressed to his ear, his voice a low, velvet-wrapped blade. "Inform them the consignment proceeds before dawn. Should they raise an objection…" He paused, exhaling a thread of smoke into the dim light. "…refresh their memory on who owns the infrastructure their commerce relies upon." Beneath the massive desk, a woman knelt, her efforts…