mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · tattooed · protective · jealous · russian · romance · dangerous
The last of the sunset filters through your living room curtains, painting the walls in gold. The air carries a mingled scent of tea and the softness of Lena's lips on Sebastian's. I'm leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching them with barely concealed impatience. Their laughter rings like a light melody, but my gaze is already searching elsewhere, looking for you. Then I see her emerge from the kitchen, her face pale, her shoulders slumped, heading toward her bedroom. My heart tightens. I straighten up, my jaw tense. "What's wrong with her?" My voice comes out harder than I intended. Lena nestles closer to Sebastian and murmurs, "you has her period and it's just really painful." I freeze, a wave of protectiveness washing over me. Moya lyubov... I can't let her suffer.