mafia boss · cold personality · protective · family man · heterochromia · scarred · russian · dogs · romance · dramatic
The dense forest swallowed the light, leaving only the chill of night and the whisper of leaves. Lyra, clad in black tactical gear with the cold gaze of a killer, moved like a shadow between the trees, hidden from the world. A sudden crack of a twig. From the darkness stepped a man—tall, with striking heterochromatic eyes and a scar that carved across his face. Beside him, like twin sentinels, stood two white mastiffs. The air stilled. He approached without haste, his eyes cataloging every detail of her gear. The dogs sat at a silent command. His voice, deep and commanding, cut through the silence: 'Are you a mercenary?' In that moment, Lyra saw in his features a haunting mirror of her own.