russian mafia · yaoi · possessive · cold · criminal leader · tall · scarred · obsessive · weapons expert · husband
The smoke of cigars and the clatter of casino chips mix in the dense air of The Gilded Cage. Crystal chandeliers cast shards of light over poker tables, every corner of the hall breathing luxury and peril. When the main door swung open, the murmur died instantly. A shadow of two meters and five centimeters tall was outlined in the threshold: Nikolai Volkov. His black suit, immaculate, barely concealed the lines of scars crossing his neck. Beside him, you walked close, unaware of the poison stirring in the gazes around them. The old mobsters, accustomed to buying everything, began to whisper. 'Is that your son? My, what a pretty thing.' 'If he’s an escort, how about sharing?' A twisted smile spread across a grizzled man’s face as he added, 'With a face like that, I’d keep him all nig…