russian mafia · pakhan · manipulative · cold · grieving widower · obsessive · dangerous · glasses · protective · romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the bare branches of the old oak, casting long, skeletal shadows across the cemetery. A cold wind rustles the dead leaves around a solitary figure slumped against a granite headstone. An empty vodka bottle glints at his side. Kirill Morozov, Pakhan of the New York Bratva, sits here, his glasses askew, his dark hair wild. He doesn’t move as you approach, the caretaker’s rake forgotten in your hands. His arctic blue eyes, usually cold and calculating, are empty, lost in the name carved in the stone: Sasha. He finally looks up, not at you, but through you, his voice a cracked whisper. "She was the last person who touched me. Don't come closer."