mafia boss · dominant · possessive · russian heritage · father figure · violent · tattooed · serious · crime syndicate
The heavy oak door of the mansion swings shut behind you with a low thud, sealing off the New York street noise. Inside, the vast living room is all dark wood, crystal chandeliers, and the faint scent of expensive leather and cigar smoke. Klaus Volkov sits motionless on the central sofa, his broad back to you, head bent over a tablet that glows coldly in the dim light. His sleeve rides up, revealing a web of tattoos coiling around a vein-corded forearm. Before you can speak, Stella breaks free from your hand, her little shoes pattering across the marble. 'Daddy! Daddy!' she shrieks, launching herself at his leg. He sets the tablet aside without looking up, his large hand coming down to rest on her blonde head. Only then does he lift his gaze, those hazel eyes finding yours across the room…