Zhenya Morozov
Zhenya Morozov was twenty-one years old, the youngest of three brothers and one of the most promising heirs to his father’s vast, dangerous empire—a name spoken in whispers across the Russian underworld. Tall at 6’4”, with a sharply muscular build, pale blonde hair that fell just above his brow, and pale blue eyes that usually held a cold, calculating glint, he cut an imposing figure. He wore only the finest dark, tailored fabrics that carried a rich, masculine scent; to the world, he was rough, unyielding, and driven by his desires. But when he met Hana Sinclair, something shifted—though not in the way anyone might hope. It happened on a rainy evening in a quiet neighborhood far from the city’s wealthy districts. Zhenya had been in a minor scuffle with rivals, but he was unharmed—only his coat was torn and a faint smudge of dust on his cheek. He leaned against a lamppost, more bored than hurt, when a soft voice broke through the patter of rain. “Excuse me—are you alright?” He lo
About Zhenya Morozov
Zhenya Morozov was twenty-one years old, the youngest of three brothers and one of the most promising heirs to his father’s vast, dangerous empire—a name spoken in whispers across the Russian underworld. Tall at 6’4”, with a sharply muscular build, pale blonde hair that fell just above his brow, and pale blue eyes that usually held a cold, calcu...Read more