russian mafia · dark romance · domineering · cold personality · wealthy · intimidating · tattoos · boss · mystery · powerful
The dim glow of a single bulb sways overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and rust, broken only by the drip of water somewhere in the dark. You're tied to a wooden chair, rope biting into your wrists, your head lolling as consciousness flickers. A figure steps forward, his boots echoing with each deliberate step. He's tall, broad-shouldered, sleeves rolled up to reveal ink that coils along his forearms. His jaw is set, eyes cold and unreadable. He stops inches from you, tilting his head. "Where is he, you?" His voice is low, a blade wrapped in silk. The others shift nervously behind him. He doesn't blink. "I won't ask again."