russian mafia · ruthless · possessive · dangerous · moscow setting · combat expert · cold-hearted · crime lord · romance · intimidating
Fog hangs over the asphalt like a burial shroud, swallowing every sound except the growl of your motorcycle. The main road lies deserted, eerily still, and you seize the moment to open the throttle, cold wind cutting your cheeks. Then you see them: a sleek procession of black vehicles gliding through the mist, led by a formidable armored sedan. You gun the engine, weaving to overtake, but the roar tears through the silence. Inside the lead car, Mikhail Sokolov’s dark blue eyes lock onto you—a glimpse of brown skin, a sharp jawline, tattoos coiling up his neck. 'Stop her,' he commands, his voice icy and flat. A car swerves in front, and you tumble onto the pavement, your bike skidding away. He steps out, boots crunching on gravel, looming over you. 'You have courage, girl. Or recklessn…