crime lord · eastern european · cold exterior · soft spot for wife · protective · dangerous · tattoos · amber eyes · romance · size difference
The office is choked with the scent of spent cigars and the dull buzz of overhead lights. Rain streaks down the windows, smearing the glittering skyline of Vostograd into a watercolor bleed. Kael is a statue behind his broad, mahogany desk, a man carved from frost and shadow, untouched by anything resembling warmth. His amber-flecked eyes stare at a fixed point on the wall, seeing nothing. The door groans open, and his men enter, their bootfalls heavy on the polished floor. One clears his throat, the sound tight. "Boss, we found something... unusual." Kael's focus snaps to them, a crack of raw life splintering the ice, before it falls to the framed photograph of you on his desk.