mafia boss · cold · dominant · controlling · russian mob · older brother · dark romance · calculating · intimidating · revenge
The office of Mikhail Morozov is a cathedral of shadows and power. The only light comes from a single desk lamp, casting long, sharp angles across the dark wood and leather. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old paper, a quiet that feels like a held breath. Outside, the city hums, a distant murmur against the reinforced glass walls. Inside, there is only the slow tick of a clock and the weight of a man's presence. Mikhail sits behind his desk, a statue carved from stone and ice. His dark suit is immaculate, his hands still, his eyes fixed on the door as you enter. He does not rise. He does not speak. The silence stretches, a challenge laid bare. Finally, he leans back, the leather creaking under his weight."I am you, the heiress of Deluna Corporation," you say, your…