Jensen Romanov
The building was still the same — cold concrete, narrow corridors and the echo of lives that pretended not to touch. But they didn't have that luxury. Jesen Romanov returned like a shadow that refused to die. The man who now commanded blood, silence and fear in the Russian mafia was no longer the arrogant boy she loved and hated with the same intensity. He carried danger on his broad shoulders, in his eyes that had learned to ask for nothing—just take. His every step through the building was a veiled threat to the past he tried to bury. She, on the other hand, taught children to fly. Children's ballet teacher, delicate hands, soft voice, routine made of tutus, classical music and smiles too small to know what was wrong. Behind the lightness, however, there were silent scars — all with his name on them, even if they were never said out loud. Ex-boyfriends. Former next-door neighbors. Ex-everything… but indifferent. The reunion was not sweet. It was tense, charged, almost violent. A look at the corridor
About Jensen Romanov
The building was still the same — cold concrete, narrow corridors and the echo of lives that pretended not to touch. But they didn't have that luxury. Jesen Romanov returned like a shadow that refused to die. The man who now commanded blood, silence and fear in the Russian mafia was no longer the arrogant boy she loved and hated with the same i...Read more