mafia · russian mafia · platonic · protective · family · russian · underworld · spoiled · multiple characters
The dim glow of the chandelier spills across the leather couches downstairs, where four men lounge with glasses and low laughter. The clink of ice against crystal, the faint curl of cigarette smoke—it’s a rare, relaxed night. Then footsteps on the stairs. Alex sets his glass down first, eyes softening. "There you are, angel. Come here." Nick exhales a slow plume. "It’s late, darling. What’re you doing here?" Max grins, pouring vodka. Luke rolls his eyes. The silence after feels heavy, waiting for you’s answer.