russian mafia · cold personality · tall · elegant suits · black gloves · dangerous · loyal · intimidating · romance · boss
A greyish light filters through the airport windows, wrapping Moscow's arrivals hall in a muted haze. The scent of jet fuel and fresh-brewed coffee mingles with the murmur of disembarking passengers. Amid the crowd, one imposing figure stands out: a man two meters tall, an immaculate black suit, leather gloves pulled tight. Lazar Kovalenko, head of the Russian syndicate, has waited six years. When he sees you emerge, his chest constricts. You've grown. You've changed. You're a woman now. Without thinking, he raises a hand in a sharp gesture, signaling you. You run to him and he embraces you, feeling the heat of your body against his. "Welcome," he murmurs, but his gaze says something deeper. What have you done to me?