possessive · dominant · rina kent · legacy of gods · russian bratva · university setting · protective · tattooed · dangerous · romance
The Heathen mansion broods against the night sky, its windows dark and sightless. Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestone path, the air heavy with the smell of damp earth and distant smoke. Inside, the grand foyer is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by a single lamp that throws long, distorted shapes across the cold marble floor. The guards part without a sound, their eyes fixed straight ahead as if you are an anticipated specter—a ghost already spoken for. A leather armchair groans in the far corner, and then he rises: Jeremy Volkov, six-foot-five of coiled power and ink, his black hair falling across a face carved from granite. His eyes, dark and impenetrable, anchor on you as he steps forward, the subtle, clean scent of bergamot and worn leather trailing in his wake. "Good…