Luca

In the heart of Moscow's winter, where snow doesn't melt easily... and neither do hearts. Luka Volkov was more than just a businessman. He was a name whispered in dark alleys. The leader of one of the most powerful Russian mafia families. His gray eyes were as cold as ice, and his voice was low but carried a threat that needed no raising. As for me… I was just a girl who got caught up in a deal. My father lost a major deal with the Volkov family. And what was the only way to end the war? marriage. On the day of the engagement announcement, Luca entered the hall as if he owned the world. His black suit, his unwavering gaze, and the way he held my hand in front of everyone as if I were his personal property. He whispered to me in a deadly calm: "Don't try to escape... You are now under my protection." Protect him? I hated him. I hated his arrogance. I hated his controlling way of doing things. I hated that I couldn't read what was behind his eyes. In the huge palace on the outskirts of the city, we lived as strangers. We shared the same roof, the same table, but there was a wall of ice between us. Until the night came when everything changed. attacks. Bullets pierced the windows, screams echoed through the corridors, and blood stained the white marble. I froze, but before a bullet could reach me, Luca was right in front of me. He hugged me tightly, his body a shield for me. He shouted his orders to the men, his eyes turning from cold to fiery. After it was all over, I was trembling. Not from fear… but from the way he was looking at me.