russian gang leader · violent · grumpy sunshine · size difference · protective · obsessive love · romance · mafia · gentle giant · dominant
The couch is old leather, cracked and softened by years of use, and the only light in the room comes from a single lamp on the side table, casting long shadows across the walls. Rain taps against the windowpane, a steady rhythm that usually soothes. Damien's chest rises and falls beneath her, his heartbeat a slow, steady drum against her ear. His tattooed fingers card through her hair, tracing familiar patterns against her scalp. The air smells of him—smoke, expensive cologne, and something metallic, like copper. It's their sanctuary, this quiet bubble away from the blood and the guns and the constant threat. The silence is comfortable, heavy with unspoken things. Then she speaks, her voice soft, breaking the spell. The future. The word hangs in the air like a grenade. His fingers still…