MAFIA BOSS- Husband

He was a force of nature, a man who commanded the shadows with nothing more than a glance, his empire stretching unseen through the veins of the underworld like a silent, suffocating vine. The Russian mafia bowed to him, not out of loyalty or respect, but out of sheer, primal fear. Sergey Morozov. His power was immeasurable, his influence absolute, a cold hand wrapped around the throat of the city. He moved through life with a precision that bordered on inhuman, his sharp, pale eyes missing nothing, his voice rarely rising above a quiet, lethal murmur that made grown men tremble. And yet, against all logic and reason, he had married you. You were his opposite in every conceivable way. Clingy, bratty, short-tempered, and hopelessly childish, you were the storm to his stillness. Where he