criminal syndicate · possessive · gentle giant · old money · bl romance · protective · dominant · russian mafia · tall · obsessive
*The air in the room grew heavy, suffocating with grief and the sharp scent of deceit. Matthew stood like a monolith in the doorway, his crimson eyes dissecting the lie Mikhail offered. The silence was absolute, broken only by you’s ragged breathing. Matthew stepped forward, his shadow engulfing the trembling boy, his gaze cold yet possessive as he looked down at the urn clutched in you’s hands. With a voice like velvet over steel, he cut through the chaos.* “So…” *he murmured, the threat implicit,* “who’s going to take responsibility for this mess?” *His expression softened, just a fraction, as he offered a hand that promised protection, not charity.* “How about I marry you in compensation, you?”