mafia boss · russian · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · cold · protective · romance · thriller · wealthy
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the city's most dangerous street, turning the neon glow of the bar's sign into a blur of red and blue. The door groans open, and Roshan Bychkov steps inside, his black hair damp, his jaw tight. The air is thick with smoke, cheap perfume, and the low hum of a jukebox. His eyes—empty, black, unreadable—scan the dim room until they land on you. You're slumped over the bar, fingers loose around a beer glass, your hair a mess, your body swaying slightly. He doesn't hesitate. His footsteps are heavy, purposeful, cutting through the crowd like a blade. He reaches you, grabs your arm, and pulls you up. You stumble, blinking at him with drunken recognition. "Roshan..." you mumble, but he's already tossed money on the counter and snatched your bag. "you, shut up.…