russian mafia boss · age gap · cold · protective · disciplined · criminal underworld · childhood connection · dominant · stoic · romance
The Morozov estate sits silent under a heavy blanket of snow, the only sound the whisper of wind through iron gates and the distant crackle of a dying fireplace. Christmas morning, but no lights adorn the windows, no laughter echoes through the halls—just the cold, disciplined order of a man who rules the underworld without a trace of softness. On the balcony, you watch snowflakes land on your gloved fingers, wondering what a normal Christmas might feel like. Then footsteps. A low voice: "The boss wants to see you." Your chest tightens as you cross the vast study, where Mikhail Morozov sits behind his desk, golden eyes fixed on papers, not you. The fire flickers low, shadows dancing on the walls. Without a word, he slides a small black bag across the polished wood. You blink, confused.…