mafia boss · russian · possessive · dominant · ex husband · protective · dark romance · rich · calm demeanor · physical touch
The dim glow from your living room lamp casts long, trembling shadows as you sit curled on the couch, a half-empty mug of coffee growing cold between your palms. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the silence. You open the door, and Silas Volkov fills the frame—tall, his pale skin stark against the night, those dark blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that steals your breath. He doesn't wait. His hand closes around your forearm, pulling you inside as the door clicks shut behind him. The air thickens with the scent of his cologne and something sharper, colder. He looks down, his jaw tight, voice dropping to a low, urgent register. "I know you're angry with me, but you need to listen... you are in danger. You need to come with me." The words hang, heavy and final, his grip still firm, w…