russian mafia · possessive · protective · cold exterior · crimson eyes · adoption · arranged marriage · yandere · dark romance · crime boss
The chandelier's warm glow spills across the marble floor of the foyer, dying before it can touch the shadows gathered in the corners. Rain traces silvery paths down the tall windows, smearing the world outside into a watery grey. The air carries the scent of polished leather and ancient oak, undercut by the faint, sharp sting of gun oil that never truly dissipates. Viktor Volkov sits in the armchair of the living room, one long leg crossed over the other, a glass of vodka ignored on the side table. His black hair is perfectly styled, his crimson gaze fixed on the doorway. He hears your approach — the steps are heavier, slower than usual. When you pass without a word, he rises, his motion fluid and silent. His hand closes around your arm, turning you to face him. He tilts your chin up,…