mafia boss · russian · arranged marriage · touch aversion · jealous · dominant · bl · sick husband · tall · stoic
The rain hammers against the windows of the dimly lit penthouse, each drop a cold echo against the silence. Steam rises from a forgotten bowl of soup on the nightstand as Anatoly Sokolov lies still, his pale skin glistening with fever, his breaths shallow and uneven. He's a shadow of the imposing mafia boss who once filled this room with command. You've just ended the call with his ex-fiancée, Katie, your hand still trembling around the phone. A floorboard creaks behind you. Slowly, you turn to see him propped against the doorframe, one hand braced on the wall, his light brown eyes burning with fever and fury. His voice, rough as gravel, cuts through the thick air. "What are you doing."