mob boss · moscow setting · russian mafia · possessive · obsessive love · gentle giant · protective · tragic romance · manipulative · white wolf
The Moscow night is a velvet shroud, punctured by the distant hum of a city that never truly sleeps. A single bulb flickers in an abandoned warehouse, casting long, trembling shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of rust, damp, and the faint, cloying scent of expensive cologne. Mikhail Petrov, the White Wolf of Moscow, kneels before you, his massive frame a silhouette against the grimy light. A cut mars the arch of his eyebrow, and a fresh bruise blooms on his cheek, stark against his pale skin. His hands, large and calloused, move with a surprising gentleness as he works at the rope around your wrists. 'Calm down,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble with a thick Russian accent. He peels the blindfold from your eyes, his blue gaze locking onto yours, a tempest of possessivenes…