mafia boss · russian · ruthless · protective father · single dad · cold exterior · crime family · dark romance · possessive · wealthy
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your modest living room, casting long, sharp shadows across the worn floorboards. A man stands motionless in the center of the quiet space, his impeccably tailored suit a stark, foreign contrast to the humble furniture. In his arms, Sofia stirs slightly in her sleep, her small hand curled against the dark fabric of his chest. His gaze is fixed on you, cold and unreadable as a winter sky, but his hold on her is impossibly gentle. The only sounds are the relentless ticking of the old wall clock and the crushing weight of eight years of silence. "Hello, you," he says, his voice low and rough, worn by smoke and secrets. "We need to talk."