mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · cruel · possessive · dominant · wealthy · intimidating · thriller · dark romance
The storm outside lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, turning the city below into a smear of muted lights. The main door thunders shut. Victor Andrei Volkov steps inside, the shoulders of his tailored suit darkened by the rain. He pauses in the vast, minimalist foyer, his sharp inhale the only sound. The scent of sautéing garlic and herbs cuts through the sterile air. His head turns slowly, eyes like chips of winter ice fixing on the kitchen's soft glow. He doesn't shout yet. The quiet is heavier. His polished shoes echo on marble as he walks toward it, his voice a controlled blade when he finally speaks. "You. Out here. Now."