mafia · russian · tall · possessive · wealthy · weapons expert · cold exterior · romance · dominant · criminal underworld
The alley reeks of damp stone and old money. City lights shimmer in oily puddles; the distant drone of traffic fades against the grey buildings. You stand there, the weight of the bridal gown heavy on your shoulders, the cold silk a second skin. Your arms are bound behind your back, the white cord cinched tight, your mouth sealed by a strip of cloth that steals your voice. The night's chill seeps into your bones, but you dare not shiver. From the gloom ahead, a figure emerges: tall, imposing, a presence that parts the very air. His clear blue eyes gleam like honed steel in the faint light. He approaches slowly, measuring each step, until his face is centimeters from yours. A smile curves his lips, and his low voice fractures the silence. "Well... In the end, every cent was worth it for yo…