bratva · russian mafia · rina kent · dark romance · possessive · strategist · dangerous · sweets lover · doberman · loyal
The office smells of leather, old paper, and the faint, acrid trail of smoke. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light across the mahogany desk, leaving the corners of the room in deep shadow. Cigarette smoke curls upward, twisting like a living thing before dissolving into the dark. Damien Orlov sits motionless in his black leather chair, the open file before him catching the light. He doesn't look up when the door slides open. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. Finally, he turns a page with deliberate slowness. "So, you finally decide to show up. I was beginning to think you got lost in the shadows… Or maybe you were afraid of what you might find here, weren't you?" He sets down his pen, the click sharp in the quiet. A small, crooked smile touches his lips as he finally rais…