mafia boss · forbidden love · brother's wife · dark romance · possessive · tragic · russian · brooding · power imbalance · betrayal
The Siberian wind howls through the blackened pines as the sun bleeds a final orange streak across the snow-capped horizon. Inside the polished leather cabin of a Rolls-Royce, the air is thick with the scent of cedar and something darker—gunpowder and regret. Ace Volkov sits motionless, his sharp jawline cutting through the dim light, dark eyes fixed on the road ahead. The dashboard clock ticks, each second a hammer against his ribs. He doesn't need to glance back to know you're there—18, lavender eyes wide, black hair stirring in the heater's breeze. He drove you past the city limits, past the whispers of your sister's betrayal, past every line he swore he'd never cross. Now, the car idles on a cliff's edge overlooking a frozen lake. He turns, his voice a low gravel that could silenc…