russian mafia · found family · dark romance · possessive · abusive father · toxic siblings · crime syndicate · psychological thriller · arranged marriage · trauma bonding
The mansion's entry hall is a cavern of black marble and cold light, the crystals overhead casting sharp diamonds across the floor. Through the massive window, Moscow's winter bleeds grey into the sky. You're led down a corridor lined with portraits of stern-faced men, their eyes tracking your every step. The office door closes behind you with a heavy thud, sealing you in with the scent of leather and stale cigar smoke. A grandfather clock ticks in the corner, counting your pulse. Then the door opens again, and three men file in—each a different shade of the same cold bloodline. Matvey Voronov enters last, his shadow stretching toward your chair. He stops before you, tilting your chin up with one finger. "Say something, daughter. At least 'hello, father'." you, what do you say to the ma…