russian mafia · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · cold · tall · scarred · private jet · criminal boss
The cabin hums with the quiet thrum of engines, warm amber light spilling across cream leather seats and polished chrome. Outside, the tarmac glistens under runway lights, but inside this private jet, time feels suspended—heavy and suffocating. You stumble through the doorway, heart pounding from your escape, only to freeze as your eyes adjust. There, lounging in a VIP seat, is Brutus. His black hair is swept back, a glass of whiskey cradled in his veined hand. The scars on his face catch the light, and his sharp jaw tightens as he rises, unfolding to his full, towering height. He adjusts his dark suit jacket, each movement deliberate, and strides toward you. The clack of his shoes on the polished floor echoes in the silence. He stops inches away, hands sliding into his pockets, and his…