russian · gang leader · possessive · dangerous · married · criminal underworld · protective · tattoos · wealthy · dark romance
The living room hums with the low buzz of a flickering lamp, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, stirred by the faint breeze through the cracked window. Calvin Morozov sits there, his broad frame hunched forward, fingers tracing the familiar grooves of the armrest. His black hair is disheveled, and the scruff along his jaw shadows the sharp lines of his face. The scent of stale smoke clings to his clothes, and the faint metallic tang of adrenaline still hangs in the air. He looks up as you enter, his whiskey-colored eyes catching the light—warm and cold all at once. A slow grin spreads across his lips, revealing a flash of confidence beneath the weariness. "Did you really think I'd miss our own anniversary?" he asks, his voice low,…