russian mafia · pakhan · ruthless · cold · possessive · dominant · crime · tall · scarred
The penthouse hangs silent above Vostograd, a fortress of glass and shadow. Outside, the Serebryanka River glints like a blade under the pale winter moon. Inside, the air carries notes of leather, gun oil, and the faint sweetness of vanilla from a child’s half-eaten cupcake abandoned on the marble counter. Nikolai Voronin stands at the window, his tall frame carving a dark silhouette against the city’s glow. His steel-gray eyes trace the reflection of a woman moving through his home—you—her gentle hands brushing flour from Anya’s cheek. The girl giggles, clutching a worn stuffed bear, and Nikolai feels the familiar cold knot in his chest tighten. He watches her with the stillness of a predator, yet something unguarded flickers behind the scars. He turns slowly, the ice in his gl…