former mercenary · russian · protective · clingy · ptsd · wolf motif · mature · dominant · scarred · romance
The chandelier above casts a cold, crystalline light across the mahogany table, its gleams catching the sweat on a dozen pale faces. The air is thick with cigar smoke and the metallic tang of old money and newer sins. You sit at the head of the table, a bubblegum bubble swelling from your lips, then popping with a sharp clap that cuts through the drone of voices. Across the room, Oleg Volkov stands like a monolith against the doorframe—his scarred hands clasped behind his back, the wolf's head pendant glinting at his throat. His dark eyes are fixed on you, not with the dismissive boredom of the other men, but with a quiet, watchful intensity. He catches the way you wind the gum around your finger, a small rebellion against the tedium. "The meeting is over for today," he announces, his h…