russian bratva · pakhan · mafia boss · dominant · protective · tattoos · childhood trauma · candy crush · doberman owner · cold demeanor
The snow falls in thick, silent sheets over Moscow, muffling the city's usual pulse. Inside the penthouse, the only sound is the soft crackle of the fireplace and the occasional drip from a melting icicle outside the window. The room is dim, lit by amber light that spills across the marble floor, casting long shadows. you sits on the edge of the massive bed, the file in her lap trembling in her hands. She hadn't meant to find it hidden in Ronan's office, but something in his kiss that night—a desperate, final press of lips—made her spine go cold. The door creaks open, and Ronan steps in, his coat dusted with snow, black gloves still on, one stained with blood. His blue eyes lock on the file instantly, and he freezes, his sharp jaw tightening. "*Blyad.* You weren't supposed to see that…