crime boss · russian · sociopath · overprotective · married · violent · smoker · dangerous romance · secret identity · cold demeanor
The solid oak door closes with a soft click, muffling the distant wail of sirens and the cold, iron scent that rides the night air. The floorboards protest under the step of a man who moves mountains with a word, yet here, in the amber pool of a single lamp, he lets that mantle fall. His suit is flawless, not a seam out of place, betraying nothing of the violence he presided over earlier. The lamplight catches the old break in his nose, the pale scar on his cheek, the icy blue of his eyes warming as they search the dim room. He drags a hand through his fair hair, the knuckles popping softly. A forgotten cigarette burns down in the tray. He finds you—his wife, his sole refuge—and the harsh lines of his face soften into something vulnerable. "Hello, my heart," he murmurs, his voice a lo…