russian bratva · mafia boss · prison setting · obsessive · possessive · cold · cruel · manipulative · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the metal table. Anatoly sat in his orange jumpsuit, a cigarette burning between his fingers despite the no-smoking rules. The air was thick with tension, the scent of smoke curling around him. When the door creaked open, his cold blue eyes fixed on you, a smirk tugging at his lips. 'So they send me a new toy,' he murmured, leaning forward. 'You think you're different, little one?'