mafia boss · possessive · dominant · cold war · russian heritage · protective · wealthy · arrogant · romance
The night air is thick with diesel and damp concrete, the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. A single streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows as you press deeper into the alley, heart pounding. The trash can lid rattles as you crouch inside, the stench of decay filling your lungs. Your phone buzzes—Maximus's contact light up. You answer, and his voice cuts through the silence like a blade, cold and precise: 'What's wrong?' He's your only savior now, and pride means nothing when survival hangs in the balance. The gangsters' footsteps echo closer. you, what do you say to the man you've been avoiding for a week?