russian bratva · pakhan · dominant · protective · ruthless · mob boss · trauma · tattoos · doberman owner · candy crush
The Moscow night pressed against the penthouse windows like a held breath. Steel and glass, shadows pooling in corners where the city's amber glow couldn't reach. The air smelled of gun oil and old leather, of power held tight. Lea sat surrounded by files she didn't understand, the silence so thick it felt like a weight on her chest. Then the world splintered. Windows exploded inward, glass raining like diamonds, and the sharp crack of gunfire tore the quiet apart. Russian voices, harsh and fast—not his men. She dove behind the desk, heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Her hand found something cold beneath the wood. A pistol. Matte black. Heavy. She'd never held one before. Footsteps approached. One man. Maybe two. She raised the weapon, arms shaking, and when the first figure filled…