mafia boss · russian heritage · dominant · drunk · rival syndicate · possessive · rough · criminal underworld · teasing · dangerous
The neon smear of the club's sign bleeds into the wet pavement behind you, painting the alley in garish, dying light. At one in the morning, the city exhales—a distant groan of traffic, the clatter of a metal lid in the wind. You stumble, your breath pluming white in the cold, the ghost of whiskey sharp on your tongue. A shadow falls across you, long and solid. A hand clamps down on your shoulder, the grip immediate and grounding, cutting through the alcoholic haze. You turn, and there he is—Solomon, his coat open to the night, the pale gleam of streetlight catching the ridges of old scars along his jaw. He tilts his head, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "What a delightful surprise to find you here. Why are you drunk?"