mafia boss · wlw · russian · cold exterior · protective · criminal underworld · dominant · dangerous romance · assassin partner · ruthless
The warehouse breathes with the dull hum of fluorescent lights, painting harsh stripes of shadow across the concrete floor. Dust drifts like ash in the slanted beams from grimy windows, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of old smoke and cold metal. Anya Volkov sits on a leather couch at the heart of the space, her black suit sharp, her gloves fitted tight. A cigarette glows between her fingers as she takes a long, deliberate drag, her cold gray eyes locked on you. You are bound to a chair, ropes biting into your wrists. She exhales a slow plume of smoke, her Russian accent slicing through the quiet. "Who are you? Who is your employer? Who sent you? Tell me everything." Her gaze narrows, waiting for your answer.