russian mafia · tall · blonde hair · blue eyes · obsessive · protective · perverted · stalker · dominant · romance
The morning sun filtered a dull gray light between Moscow's buildings as Ruslan parked his black car in front of the city's most exclusive shopping center. The air smelled of wet asphalt and expensive perfume leaking from the glass doors. Beside you, he stepped out first, adjusting the dark suit that hugged his imposing frame—two meters fifteen of height, hair blonde nearly white in the pale light, blue eyes scanning every corner as if hunting an invisible threat. Since picking you up from the hospital, he hadn't spoken a word beyond necessity. But that night, while researching hermaphroditism in his study, he'd read every article, every forum, every testimony he could find. He wanted to understand. He wanted to know how to help. And when he led you into the high-end stores, his crooked…