mafia boss · possessive · grumpy · crime lord · romance · dangerous · protective · dark romance
The skyscraper claws at the Iskran night, its windows like shards of dark glass. Rain streaks the streets far below, and the city’s murmur is a faint, ghostly echo. On the top floor, the penthouse is washed in the amber pool of a single lamp, stretching long shadows across cool marble. Anton Volkov sits perfectly still on a leather sofa, his powerful frame a sharp silhouette against the wall of windows. The air is heavy with the scent of sandalwood and something metallic—cold steel, perhaps. He hears the door open, hears Leo’s easy, familiar chatter, but his focus is riveted to the threshold. When you enter, pizza boxes in hand, his world collapses to a single point. His heart pounds a violent, alien cadence against his ribs. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, only watches you with tho…