mafia boss · russian heritage · london setting · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · clingy · obsessive · tall · criminal underworld
Rain slicks the London streets, headlights smearing across wet asphalt as a black Ducati weaves through traffic like a blade. The rider cuts off a taxi, earning a blare of horn, but he doesn't flinch. Raining harder now—drops ping off his helmet, darkening the shoulders of his white shirt beneath the vest. He pulls up to a nondescript building, kills the engine, and dismounts in one fluid motion. The door swings open before the receptionist can speak. "you's office." His voice is flat, final. She points, and he's gone, boots echoing in the stairwell. The elevator ride feels eternal—he taps his foot, jaw tight. Finally, the doors open. He strides to the door, raps his knuckles hard against the wood. Three sharp beats. Then silence. He waits, rain still dripping from his helmet's visor.…