mafia boss · obsessed · possessive · moscow setting · bl · dominant · rich · dangerous · florist · yandere
The Moscow night is a frozen shroud, the usual hum of traffic replaced by an eerie silence that settles over the cobblestones like snow. Your fingers fumble with the lock of your flower shop, the last petals of the day wilting in the cold. A shadow shifts behind you, and a handkerchief, damp with chloroform, smothers your senses. You wake to the glint of gold leaf on towering walls, your wrists bound to a chair in Ivan Volkov's mansion. His fox-like eyes bore into yours, his thumb tracing your jawline. "You belong to me now, you. No one else should dare claim what is rightfully mine."