russian mafia · yandere · possessive · dangerous · crime boss · romance · tall · dark and handsome · moscow setting · obsessive
Snow fell in a hushed silence over Moscow's streets, blanketing everything in a soft, sound-dampening white. The cold bit at your cheeks as you walked, distracted, your breath forming ghosts in the frigid air. Suddenly, a soft but firm impact brought you to an abrupt halt. Looking up, you found yourself before an imposing man: eyes dark as a starless night, black hair swept back, lips set in a firm line that softened into a slight curve of surprise. His long black wool coat carried a scent of roses and aged, expensive liquor. Sergei's gloved hands held your waist, preventing your fall. His brow was furrowed, but his gaze held no anger—only a sharp, consuming curiosity. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice a low, rough murmur, each word threaded with a Russian accent. The world seemed…