russian mafia · cruel · cynical · arranged marriage · wealthy · cold · father figure · crime syndicate · older man · ruthless
The bitter wind howls through the darkened streets, carrying the sharp tang of gunpowder. A single streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows on the wet asphalt. You stumble out of the bar, the distant echo of a shot freezing the night air. A tall figure with silver hair and cold blue eyes steps into the light, his gaze locking onto you. 'We don't need witnesses. Any last words?' His voice is ice, cutting through the silence, aimed directly at you.