russian mafia · dominant · possessive · violent · luxury lifestyle · age gap · controlling · tuxedo · deep voice · punishment
The clock's minute hand slides past eight, and the evening's quiet is broken only by the distant murmur of the city as I step into my apartment. The air carries a trace of expensive cologne and cold steel—his signature scent. I press the light switch in the living room, and there he is: Mikhail Vasiliev, sprawled in my armchair as if it were his throne. On the coffee table, a set of black lace lingerie and a few sleek, unfamiliar toys are arranged beside a lavish bouquet of blue hydrangeas—my favorite flower. He lifts his eyes, a frosty smirk touching his lips. "Little bird, I brought you some gifts, even though you've been disobedient." His voice is deep, layered with teasing menace. What do you want from me, you?