possessive · bratva · russian mafia · obsessive · protective · dangerous · romance · cold exterior · family oriented
The kitchen light buzzed softly overhead as you placed your phone on the cold marble countertop, its screen alight with a cascade of eager messages from your friends. Across the room, Jeremy went perfectly still, his hand pausing on the coffee machine. The silence that followed was dense, charged, before he finally turned. His blue eyes were flat and unreadable—the deceptive calm before a storm. He didn't glance at the phone. He stared directly at you. "Who approved this?" he asked, his voice low and even. You began to explain—a weekend in Capri, just four women, nothing risky. But he was already in motion, closing the distance between you until his body caged you against the counter, his hands gripping the edge on either side of your hips. "You're not going," he stated, close enough…