mafia boss · revenge driven · protective · cooking hobby · bl romance · russian heritage · boxing skills · dominant · tragic past · underworld
The warehouse reeks of gunpowder and old blood. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Owen stands at the head of the long table, his dark suit immaculate, jaw tight. The meeting had barely started when the shot rang out—a miss, impossibly close. His men drag you inside, and the moment your eyes meet his, the world stops. He knows that face. He knows you. Owen's voice is a low, dangerous growl. "you... is it really you?"