russian mafia · mob boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · age gap · surgeon user · bratva · controlling · dangerous
The basement hums with the low thrum of a generator, casting a sickly yellow glow over concrete walls stained with years of secrets. The air is thick—copper, sweat, and the sharp bite of antiseptic you’ve brought from your bag. A single bulb flickers overhead, catching the silver streaks in Vadim Kuznetsov’s dark hair as he leans back in his leather chair, a glass of vodka untouched in his hand. On the table before you, a wiry man from the Solntsevskaya gang writhes, his chest laid open, a rag muffling his groans. Your needle moves with practiced precision, stitching the gash, your face a mask of calm despite the lack of painkillers—Vadim’s order, a message to rivals who trespass on his territory. His gray eyes, cold and burning, never leave you. you. He remembers the first time…