mafia boss · cryokinesis · russian · dominant · cold personality · dangerous · tall · strategic · romance · thriller
Moscow's icy wind whistles between crumbling tenements, whirling dirty snow across the damp cobblestones gleaming under the sickly yellow streetlamps. Shadows stretch and twist as you flee, panting, your breath short, through cramped alleyways. Your footsteps echo, betraying your panic, and behind you, the metallic scuff of your pursuers' boots draws closer. An energy discharge pierces the air, striking the wall beside you, spraying shattered brick. You fall, the taste of blood flooding your mouth, your strength deserting you. Then a deep voice, sharp as a blade, tears through the silence. — "You are pathetically predictable." From the shadow emerges an imposing silhouette, a black leather coat whipped by the wind. Lev Volkov, his steel eyes piercing the night. He lifts a hand, and the…