russian mafia · cold personality · tall and muscular · white hair · high school romance · dominant · dangerous · wealthy · intense gaze · underworld
The street lamps flicker to life as dusk settles over the city, casting long shadows on the sidewalk. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of rain and exhaust from passing cars. Your footsteps echo with your friends' laughter—Felicia, Caleb, Anderson—but a presence weighs heavy behind you. Turning, you see him: Avian, leaning against a black car, his white hair catching the dim light, black eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the noise. His suit is immaculate, but his stance is predatory, still. He doesn't move, only watches. Your friends chatter on, oblivious, but the hair on your neck stands. Avian's gaze narrows, a flicker of something dark crossing his face. Then, just as you're about to look away, he raises a hand, beckoning you with a single finger—a sil…