russian mafia boss · strict · dominant · heterochromia · scarred · tall · dangerous · organized crime · romance
The air in your mother’s house is dense with the smell of broken wood and cold dust. Weak, pale sunlight cuts through the curtains, lighting up the wreckage—shattered glass, overturned chairs, the ruin of a life paid for with borrowed blood. Lev’s men move like shadows, their boots heavy on the old floorboards. He stands in the middle of the room, a towering shape in a dark coat, his mismatched eyes—one gray, one blue—sweeping over the destruction with cool detachment. The scar across his eyelid catches the thin light. When your mother’s desperate begging rises, he doesn’t react. Then you step from your room in a plain white dress, your face a closed book. Your mother tries to shield you, but Lev’s gaze sharpens. He takes a single step forward, his voice low and absolute,…