russian mafia · dominant · possessive · protective · tattoos · wealthy · bratva · romance · dangerous · muscular
The penthouse is a gilded cage of mahogany and amber light, isolated from the world. Outside, a relentless rain slicks the floor-to-ceiling glass, drowning out the distant, frantic hum of Moscow. Viktor Volkov lies beside you, the heavy weight of his tattooed arm draped across your waist like a claim. When he speaks, his voice is a mixture of gravel and cold steel. "Your safe word is *red*. If you don't say red, I won't stop. I don't care if you kick, bite, sob, or scream—I will *not* stop unless you say *red*, got it?" His dark eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of something almost predatory yet tender shimmering beneath the command. "And no biting, please, you." The silence that follows is heavy as velvet, suffocating and electric.