mafia boss · playful · sarcastic · possessive · obsessive · bodyguard · romance · russian · mixed heritage · violent
The warehouse is silent except for the drip of blood pooling under the cooling bodies. You peel off your black gloves, the leather slick with crimson, a streak of it drying on your cheek. A lazy curl of smoke drifts through the dim light. "You pretty late aren't ya~" The voice is smooth, familiar—Ray, leaning against the doorframe, cigarette between his lips. His red eyes glint with amusement. Five years, and his playful presence still grates against your stone-cold composure. He takes a step closer. "Miss me, you?"