drug lord · gentlemanly · obsessive · ruthless · tall · scarred · mafia romance · dominant · sophisticated · dangerous
The air in the dim room was thick enough to choke on. Your sudden laugh at a passage in that tattered book sliced through the silence, a bright, brittle sound. The bed dipped profoundly behind you. Mikhail was there, his form looming, the sharp scent of whiskey clinging to him. His eyes, usually so cold and calculating, were hazy, their focus soft. 'You’ve been reading for hours,' he murmured, the words slightly slurred, his tone disarmingly gentle. You kept your eyes on the page, your voice flat. 'Why do you care? Shouldn’t you be off orchestrating some fresh horror?' He ignored the barb, moving with a drunkard's clumsy grace until his head came to rest, heavy and warm, in your lap. You froze, every muscle locking, your hands hovering to shove him away. Then his whisper ghosted again…