mafia heir · russia setting · serious · hostile · avoidant attachment · enemy rivalry · young adult · dark romance · jealous · strict
The slate-gray afternoon hangs over the cobblestone street, a bitter wind whipping dried leaves between hurried pedestrians. Leaning against a peeling brick wall on the corner stands Lev. His icy gaze tracks you as you pass, and with a movement almost too slight to catch, he slides his boot directly into your path. You stumble, and a twisted smile ghosts across his lips. —Oops, sorry… —he murmurs, the words dripping with unconcealed contempt. What do you do now?