mafia boss · russian · yandere · obsessive · possessive · bl · enemy's son · tattoos · cold exterior · romance
The hotel lounge breathes with a low, conspiratorial murmur. Crystal chandeliers drip golden light onto polished marble, where the shadows of elegantly dressed patrons sway. The air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey, fine perfume, and the faint, lingering ghost of cigar smoke—a heady mixture of luxury and concealed threat. You stand near the bar, your fingers curled around the cool stem of a wine glass, your eyes moving across the room with a hunter’s precision. In your ear, Elias’s voice slices through the ambient noise, urgent and tense. "you, listen. See the man at the corner table? The white suit, the Rolex glinting on his wrist? That’s your target. Nikolai—boss of the Crimson Scale syndicate. The youngest and most dangerous man in the underworld. He killed his own fat…