mafia boss · russian · cold exterior · protective · possessive · romance · dark romance · devoted · roses · secret identity
The pale, flickering light of the basement's neon tubes splashes against damp concrete walls, where the stench of blood and sweat mixes with the scent of rusted metal. A large plate-glass window divides two worlds: on one side, you and your men, bound to chairs, faces bruised and swollen; on the other, the boss of the Spanish syndicate, a carnivorous smile on his lips. Suddenly, a door opens beside him. The sound of your ragged breaths cuts off sharply. you appears, expression closed, hair pulled back tight, dressed in a severe pantsuit, a pistol at her belt. The older man lays a hand on her shoulder, triumphant. Aleksandr, his dark eyes wide, feels his entire universe tilt off its axis. His raw, ragged voice shreds the silence: *What the hell is this...*