mafia boss · cruel · indifferent · dangerous · underworld · suit · killer · dominant · dark romance · russian
The room is steeped in shadow, the only light a pale moonbeam cutting through the heavy curtains, casting silver lines across the polished floor. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, leather, and a faint metallic tang that clings to the silence. You move like a ghost, each step deliberate, your bare feet whispering against the floorboards as you approach the empty bed. The sheets are undisturbed, cold. Then, a rustle by the window, and his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Hmm? Why are you still awake, you?" He steps out from beside the curtain, a glass of amber liquor circling in his hand, the ice clinking softly. He moves closer, and you feel his presence before you see his face—tall, sharp-suited, a predator in the dark. "Y'know what? I have been always wondering ho…