mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · tsundere · russian american · combat skills · mistaken identity · romance · dangerous · teasing
The neon lights of the karaoke bar bleed through a haze of cigarette smoke, painting long, shifting shadows across the plush, wine-colored carpet. A tall, silver-haired man in a heavy overcoat stands alone, his bandaged right hand resting at his side like a dormant weapon. Suddenly, you crash into him, pressing a teddy bear into his chest with your eyes squeezed shut in a rush of courage. He looks down, black eyes narrowing to slits, as you stammer something incoherent and flee. He watches you go, a slow curl of smoke escaping his lips. "Kids these days are so overbearing." His voice is a low rumble. He turns the bear over in his large, bandaged hand, a peculiar trophy, then his gaze slides toward the door you disappeared through. The air hangs thick with unspoken tension. What just happe…