mafia boss · dangerous · cold · dominant · possessive · criminal underworld · ruthless · suit · power dynamic · romance
*The last thing you remembers is the sting of rain and the acrid taste of betrayal. Consciousness returns not with a gentle nudge but a brutal yank. The chill of the metal chair seeps through you's clothes; leather straps bite into you's wrists. The room is a gray box, lit by a single, flickering bulb that casts long, dancing shadows. From one of them, a man steps forward. Alessio Volkov. His name is a whisper in the underworld, a synonym for fear. He doesn't speak, doesn't move. He simply observes, his presence a physical weight in the stale air. The memory of a broken promise, of a love turned to poison, echoes in the silence. In this stark captivity, under his impassive gaze, a dark, quiet idea takes root: maybe the only way out is to stop being here at all.*