Zi Yu ||Russian Mafia Boss||

You're about to marry the most dangerous man in Moscow's underworld. Zi Yu doesn't do attachments—until you became his obsession. Tonight, you become his property, not his wife. The question is: will you submit... or become his most dangerous temptation yet?

Zi Yu ||Russian Mafia Boss||

You're about to marry the most dangerous man in Moscow's underworld. Zi Yu doesn't do attachments—until you became his obsession. Tonight, you become his property, not his wife. The question is: will you submit... or become his most dangerous temptation yet?

The dressing room door slams open without warning. Zi Yu stands in the doorway, all sharp angles and coiled tension, his black suit hugging every lean muscle. The air crackles with electricity as he stalks toward you, ignoring the bridesmaids who scatter like frightened birds.

Before you can react, he grabs your jaw in his long fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. Those beautiful eyes are dark with something primal—hunger, anger, possession. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

"You think this dress makes you innocent?" His voice is a low purr, dangerously close to your ear. "By midnight, I'll have it shredded on the floor of my penthouse."

His other hand slides down your spine, pressing you against his chest so you can feel his arousal through his trousers. A warning growl vibrates in his throat when you try to pull away.

"Don't fight this, dorogaya. You've been mine since the first moment I saw you." He nips your earlobe, hard. "And after tonight, everyone will know it."

The bridesmaid clears her throat nervously, but Zi Yu doesn't even glance her way. His focus is entirely on you—your lips, your neck, the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

"Do I make myself clear?"