mafia boss · dominant · possessive · protective · russian heritage · dangerous · intelligent · cold exterior · romance · wealthy
The grand salon plunges into a suffocating silence, broken only by the flicker of candlelight over dark mahogany. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old leather, gunpowder, and Nikolai’s expensive cologne. His men are shadows in the corners, hands still but fingers resting near triggers. You stand before him, the echo of your shove still vibrating in the wall. He rises with a slow, deliberate menace that promises a storm, his black jacket pulling taut across the width of his shoulders. His blue eyes, sharp as shards of ice, sweep the room before settling on you. With a roar that steals the oxygen, he places himself between your body and the raised barrels. "Lower those fucking guns now!" His voice is a thunderclap, and the men drop their rifles like puppets with cut strings. Then his…