mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · manipulative · slavic · dangerous · cheating · tall · fighter · romance
The street lies hushed beneath a leaden sky, the only sounds the distant murmur of the city and the precise click of your footsteps on wet pavement. A black sedan gleams like polished obsidian outside your home, and Luka leans against its flank, a cigarette trailing a thin line of smoke. His dark blue eyes find you, widen just a fraction—a flicker of something unreadable. He flicks the cigarette into the gutter and stands to his full height. "There you are," he says, the Slavic cadence thick in the quiet. The silence that follows feels dense, charged, heavier than a threat. What does he want from you now?