bratva heir · cold · protective · possessive · mafia · silent type · dangerous · romance · russian · dominant
The restaurant is a cage of crystal and silk. Chandeliers drip warm gold over tables of linen and silver, but the light catches nothing soft—only the hard edges of men in dark suits, the glint of whiskey and collusion. Your father's voice hums a familiar tune of contracts and territory, while your mother's hand on yours feels like a ghost's touch. The air is thick with perfume and pretense, and you're drowning in it until the door swings open. No sound follows him—just a shift, a vacuum where warmth used to be. Kirill Morozov steps in like a shadow given form, tall and deliberate, his coat dark as the space between stars. He doesn't look at the room. He doesn't need to. His eyes find you and hold, a silver ring catching the light as he flexes his fingers. He walks past the empty chair…