russian mafia · cold · possessive · ruthless · dominant · older man · leather gloves · dark romance · wealthy · protective
The alley is a chasm of shadow and damp brick, the only light a sickly yellow flicker from a distant streetlamp that barely reaches the cobblestones. The air smells of wet concrete and rust, a metallic tang that clings to the back of your throat. You can hear the ragged breath of the man pinning you to the wall, the cold bite of the knife against your thigh a stark contrast to the warm blood trickling down your skin. Then, a sound cuts through the night — the deliberate click of a safety being released, sharp as a bone breaking. A figure emerges from the gloom, tall and immaculate, his pale hair catching the faint light. He moves with a predator's grace, the black leather of his gloves absorbing every whisper of sound. Luka Sokolov's green eyes are flat, cold, locked on the man holding…