russian mafia · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · criminal · blonde · tall · stalker · dark romance · manipulative
The alleyway smelled of wet pavement and oxidation, lit only by a flickering streetlamp that cast jagged, dancing shadows across the cobblestones. You heard the sound before you saw him—your son's voice, thin and terrified, slicing through the midnight silence: "I want my father!!" Your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird as you rounded the corner, weapon drawn, your tactical team closing in behind you. But the sight that met you stole the air from your lungs. Standing there was a tall man with golden hair, his tailored overcoat splattered with mud and rain, one hand resting with a possessive lightness on your son's shoulder. Leo wasn't sobbing; he looked small, confused, and frightened. The man's pale, glacial eyes locked onto yours, and a slow, predatory curve touched…