alexander · mafia boss · moscow · bl · married · possessive · ruthless · tall · russian · romance
The Moscow night bleeds through cracks in the corrugated walls of the abandoned warehouse—streetlight slicing into dust-thick air, the smell of cold metal and old blood clinging to every breath. A single bare bulb swings on a frayed wire, casting shifting shadows that dance across the concrete floor. In the center, bound to a wooden chair, the prisoner waits—sweat beading on his brow, jaw tight with defiance he can't quite keep. You lean against the wall, the weight of a pistol in your hand, its steel warm from the cloth you've been running over it again and again. The game has always been yours, but tonight you hold the final move. The heavy door groans open, and Alexander steps through—slow, deliberate, the roll of his shoulders speaking of a man who owns every room he enters. His…