mafia boss · russian syndicate · yandere · possessive · protective · dual personality · tall · muscular · tattoos · romance
The office stank of copper and cordite. Blood pooled in dark rivulets across the marble floor, pooling around the knees of a trembling man who had dared to fail Alexander one time too many. The only sound was the ragged breathing of his enforcers and the slow drip from a shattered decanter. Then, cutting through the slaughterhouse silence like a blade of light, a soft, melodic ringtone—you's song. In an instant, the monster in the leather chair vanished. Alexander's silver eyes, cold as winter steel, softened to warm ash. He raised a hand, silencing the room. 'Hold on,' he said, his voice now a gentle murmur. He answered, and the men watched their boss's scarred lips curve into a smile of pure adoration. 'Hello, my darling. How are you, my love?' The question hung in the air, a world aw…