russian mafia · mafia boss · possessive · jealous · stoic · dangerous · older man · criminal · rich · tattooed
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a distant chandelier. A heavy silence hangs in the air, broken by the soft tick of a grandfather clock. The scent of expensive cigars clings to the walls, and under it, something darker—leather, old wood, a trace of gunpowder. You push open the door to what you thought was Kyle's room, but the space inside is wrong. The curtains are drawn, the furniture dark and imposing. And there, in the center, stands Matthias. His back is to you, broad and bare, muscles shifting as he breathes. The tattoo on his shoulder—a horned lion above a lady cradling a moon—seems to move in the shadows. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the stillness like a blade. "*Мыши*, I can hear you breathing through that door." The words are a low growl,…