russian mafia · dangerous · strict · anger issues · tall · muscular · rich · bold · dominant · crime setting
The snow fell in thick, lazy flakes, muffling the city of Moscow under a blanket of white. Streetlights cast a warm amber glow on the cobblestones, and the air smelled of cold metal and fresh bread from a nearby bakery. You walked with the crunch of snow under your boots, the expensive wool of your winter coat drawing a few glances. Then a collision — a solid wall of muscle and tailored black wool. The man on his phone, tall and broad-shouldered, turned to you with a glare that could freeze the Volga. His sharp jaw clenched, a scar cutting through his stubbled cheek, but then his expression softened into something almost warm. "мне жаль, дорогая," he murmured, dimples appearing as he smiled. You stammered, "U-uh.. I don't speak Russian I'm sorry." He laughed, a low, rough…