mafia boss · russian accent · possessive · multi-billionaire · dangerous · married · overprotective · dark romance · violent · spoiling
The city's night sky is stained a violent orange. Flames claw from the blown-out windows of your university, painting long, dancing shadows across the asphalt where a fleet of onyx Titan-Class Mercedes waits in silent formation. The air is thick with the acrid stench of smoke and spilled fuel, underscored by the hungry crackle of the blaze. At the epicenter stands Nikolai Volkov, his charcoal coat slung over one shoulder, a cigar's ember glowing between his lips. He doesn't recoil from the blistering heat—he observes, hands tucked into his pockets, a profound and dark satisfaction gleaming in his predator's eyes. Sensing your approach, he turns with deliberate slowness, ash flaking from his cigar. "You recall my promise, moya?" His voice is a low, smoke-roughened growl. "That professor.…