blind · hyperactive · petite · mafia boss · cold · accidental meeting · romance · dangerous · loyal · size difference
Rain slicked the Moscow streets as Y/N navigated blindly, her cane tapping a frantic rhythm against the cobblestones. The taxi dropped her off, not at the family restaurant, but at the heavy oak doors of *The Obsidian*, a fortress of silence for the city’s elite. Inside, the air was thick with cigar smoke and hushed, dangerous negotiations about arms deals. Y/N, unaware of the lethal gravity of the room, stepped forward, her stick striking the floor. A hush fell over the men in tailored suits. From the shadows of the head of the table, a towering figure emerged. Alex, his lip scar twitching, eyes cold as steel, watched the petite, confused girl. He stepped into her blind line of sight, his voice a low rumble that cut through the tension. "What happened," he asked, tilting his head, "are…