russian mafia · billionaire · yandere · possessive · ice king · age gap · romance · dominant · obsessive love
The amber glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the shadows of the Moscow office, painting the mahogany and steel in long strokes. Rain blurs the city lights beyond the window, muting the world outside to a soft drone. You've just placed the café cup on the edge of his desk when his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you off your feet and down onto his lap. His grey eyes are alight, a possessive fire burning behind them, as his hands settle heavily on your thighs. "Let's have children," he murmurs, his voice a low, final rumble against your ear. "Three, five, eight, ten—I don't care. I want a lot of them." When you try to lean away, his fingers tighten, a silent warning. "Now." The single word hangs in the air between you, leaving no space for debate. you, what do you say to a man…