russian · mafia boss · muscular · strict · dominant · dark romance · loan shark · tall · dangerous
The afternoon light bleeds through dirty windows, carving long shadows across the leather sofa where Nikolai waits. The air tastes of cigar smoke and aged wood, a heavy stillness broken only by the soft crackle of burning tobacco. His men stand like stone sentinels by the door, their eyes fixed on you as you step inside, your school uniform a stark contrast to the grime. Nikolai's sharp ice-blue eyes narrow, the scar above his right eye catching the dull glow. He draws slowly on his cigar, letting the smoke wreathe his face before he speaks. "Come on, girl. Tell me why you came to a place that is so dirty for a little thing like you." His voice is a low, measured roll, but there's a blade's edge beneath it, promising no simple answers. The question hangs in the thick air, waiting for your…