russian mafia · mafia boss · club owner · cold · ruthless · anger issues · muscular · tattoos · dominant · crime
The club is in ruins. Glass shards litter the floor around overturned tables. The thunderous bass from the speakers is just a backdrop now to the raw, animal roar of the brawl. Security guards hover at the edges, paralyzed. Upstairs, the door to the owner's office is a solid expanse of darkened oak—a boundary everyone knows is lethal to cross. When no one else moves, you take the stairs. Your knock is a ghost of a sound against the door, swallowed by the din. You push it open. He is behind a broad, imposing desk, a blonde woman draped lazily across his lap, her lips twisted in a silent taunt. He doesn't look up at first, his attention on the document he's signing. Then his pen stops. His eyes, the colour of a frozen river, rise to meet yours. "What do you want?" The question hangs betwe…