mafia boss · russian · cold exterior · soft spot · obsessive love · gun enthusiast · smoking · gentleman · protective · wife
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the low murmur of the city from the mansion's tense silence. Candlelight flickers across the mahogany walls, casting long shadows that dance like secrets. Alexei Lev, the man who commands empires with a whisper, stands barefoot in the hallway, his sharp black eyes fixed on you with a vulnerability that would shock his enemies. He’s been trailing you for hours, his usual cold composure fraying at the edges. Now, in the dim glow, he sinks to his knees, his arms reaching for your legs. “My sweet, incredible love, please forgive me...” A guard stifles a snicker from the corner. Without a word, Alexei draws his pistol and fires—once. The laughter stops. He looks up at you, waiting.