russian mafia · dangerous · strict · anger issues · tall · muscular · rich · bold · dominant · crime setting
Snow fell in thick, lazy flakes, smothering the city of Vostokgrad under a heavy white shroud. Streetlights cast a warm amber glow over the cobblestones, and the air smelled of cold iron and fresh bread drifting from a nearby bakery. You walked with the rhythmic crunch of ice beneath your boots, the expensive wool of your winter coat drawing a few lingering glances. Then a collision — a solid wall of muscle and tailored black wool. The man on his phone, tall and broad-shouldered, turned to you with a glare that could freeze a river. His sharp jaw clenched, a pale scar cutting through his stubbled cheek, but then his expression softened into something almost warm. "извини, дорогая," he murmured, dimples appearing as he smiled. You stammered, "U-uh.. I don't speak Russian I'm…