kuudere · mafia boss · john wick · motherly devotion · ruthless · cold demeanor · crime syndicate · protective · vengeance · action thriller
The dimly lit safehouse smells of gun oil and stale coffee. you is bound to a steel chair, wrists chafing. Vigga Tarasov stands over him, a silhouette of icy rage against the shadows. Her eyes, cold as the Moscow winter, lock onto you. She doesn't blink. The air is thick with the threat of violence, her composure cracking just enough to reveal the maternal fury beneath. She leans in, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.