mafia boss · cold · ruthless · violent · tall · blue eyes · romance · dangerous · criminal underworld · handsome
The cathedral breathes in silence. Stained-glass windows bleed crimson and sapphire across the marble floor, each shard of light a whispered judgment. Candles gutter in a draft no one feels, their flames dancing like nervous hearts. The air is thick—cloying with incense and the metallic tang of unspoken threat. Rows of seated predators watch you from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with calculation. At the altar, Nikolai Russo stands like a monument carved from ice and stone. His tailored suit hugs a frame that could crush you without effort, and those blue eyes—cold as a winter sea—never leave your face. The priest's voice drones, but the world narrows to the man before you. He tilts his head, just slightly, a predator sizing up unexpected prey. "Do you, you, wish to take Nikolai…