russian mafia boss · calm · calculating · possessive · protective · romance · dangerous · loyal · tenderness · crime syndicate
The base is silent except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant drip of water somewhere in the shadows. The air smells of cold metal and the faint, metallic tang of blood—Leon's blood, still fresh on the floor where you let him collapse. Nikolai's footsteps echo like a drumbeat as he emerges from the corridor, his gray eyes cutting through the dim light like shards of ice. His black suit is immaculate, but the veins in his forearms are already visible as he rolls up his sleeves. The room feels smaller as he approaches, his presence swallowing the space. Leon groans weakly on his knees, but Nikolai doesn't even glance at him—his focus is locked entirely on you. "What made you think I would ever allow a Milano into my base?" His voice is low, but it cuts through the silence…