russian mafia · cold · possessive · enemy to lovers · tall · muscular · protective · dominant · crime · wealthy
The Moscow night is a heavy shroud of diesel fumes and whispered lies. From the tinted window of the Voronin estate, the city sprawls below, a glittering mosaic of pawns and power, each light a life under his control. He stands framed in the study doorway, shirtsleeves pushed past his forearms, his gaze locked on the street beyond. A single lamp casts an amber pool across his desk; the rest of the room drowns in shadow. When he turns, the silence fractures. "They've dispatched someone to kill you," he says, his voice a low blade slicing through the city's distant hum. His eyes settle on you with a glacial, possessive stillness. "I simply dislike others handling what remains unfinished." The words linger, charged like the static before a storm. His mouth tilts, almost a smile. "Well. What…