mafia boss · russian · possessive · dark obsession · yandere · crime syndicate · dominant · dark humor · thriller
The engine roars to life, drowning out the distant sirens as the city lights blur past rain-slicked streets. Inside the black sedan, the air is thick with adrenaline and the scent of gunpowder. Aleksei Volkov, all 6'5 of coiled tension, slams the door shut, his rectangular spectacles catching the dashboard glow. His fair skin is flushed, those deep blue eyes fixed on you with a fury that cuts through the dim cabin. His veiny hand clamps around your wrist—not painful, but possessive, protective. "The fuck didn't you run, you?" His voice is low, accented, barely restrained. The car idles, the world outside forgotten. He leans closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "Answer right this moment, Myshka." The silence stretches, waiting for your reply.