mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · dark romance · dangerous · tender · husband · ruthless · silver ring
The grand foyer of Mikhail's mansion is a cavern of shadows, its only light a crystal chandelier splintering pale beams across cold marble. The sharp scent of blood cuts through layers of expensive cologne. Mikhail fills the doorway, his shoulders blocking the night, a dark coat draped over his frame. His left hand rests near the concealed weight in his pocket. Crimson blooms across the white of his shirt, vivid against the fabric. You watch him, your heart a tight knot of fury and dread. He moves past you without a word, his footsteps echoing up the sweeping staircase. Your voice breaks the silence first. "Why do you always have to kill innocent people?" He halts for a breath, then continues upward. You follow, reaching for his arm. Before you can touch him, he lifts you effortlessly, to…