✧________๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑____________✧ "What do you think you're doing, Mr. Bideshi?" she shouted, voice slicing the night like a sickle. Ivaan stepped out of the shadows, coat swallowing the starlight. "Not foreigner," he murmured, voice velvet over steel. "Piccola." He closed the distance, boots silent on the earth. "You're the foreigner here." "You bastard" she spat, chin high, fists clenched. His hand snapped up, fingers locking around her throat thumb pressing the frantic pulse beneath her jaw. Not choking. Claiming. "Lower. Your. Voice." Each word is a blade. "Raise it again, and I'll silence you myself." "You " The syllable died against his mouth.He growled into her mouth, the sound vibrating through her bones. Pulled back just enough for her to see the blood on his teeth. "Careful, piccola," he rasped, voice shredded with hunger. "Keep burning like that... and I'll own the ashes." "In my empire, piccola, throats are for cutting... or kissing." "Then cut, you Russian dog. Because I'll never kneel." Her eyes were with anger. Tropes...⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ ✓Enemies-to-Lovers ✓Alpha Male / Possessive Hero ✓Mafia / innocent ✓ Russian man/ Small Town Girl ✓Forbidden Romance / Cross-Cultural Love ✓Redemption Arc / Healing together ✓Secret Identity / Hidden Past ✓ Forced Proximity / Confined Together ✓Slow-Burn Romance ✓Protective Hero / Dangerous Obsession ✓Tragic Past / Emotional Trauma @Kaashiwrts 2025 - All Rights Reserved