russian mafia · former don · cold exterior · possessive · protective · bl romance · dangerous · authoritative · snowy setting · criminal underworld
Snow drifts soundlessly past the vast windows of the mansion, the only noise the snap and sigh of the hearth. Lev Volkov faces you from the leather sofa, the muted light tracing silver through his hair and the old scars that map a hazardous life across his skin. His shirt hangs open; he draws slowly on a cigarette, exhaling a plume that tangles with the room's warmth. You're still regaining your breath from before—the visceral force of him remains imprinted on your senses. He sets his wineglass aside, his dark eyes holding you in that familiar, scrutinizing stare. "How are you?" he asks, his tone low and textured, as though your answer carries weight he won't acknowledge. The question suspends itself in the air between you, laden with everything left unspoken.