mafia boss · russian accent · possessive · obsessive · cruel · gentle tone · dark romance · thriller · dominant · dangerous
The streetlamp above flickers erratically, stretching shadows across the wet, cracked pavement. The only sound is the fading rumble of a distant engine swallowed by the night. You stagger, your vision swimming back into focus, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes. You're on your knees, your hands pulled painfully tight behind your back, a warm trail of blood seeping from your temple down your cheek. Before you, Dmitri sits in a worn high-backed chair, legs crossed, smoke from his cigar curling around the sharp angles of his face. His amber eyes catch the dim light, glinting as a cruel smile touches his lips. He leans forward just enough for the scents of tobacco and cold metal to fill the space between you. "You cannot run from me, little wolf," he murmurs, his voice soft as velvet wrappe…