russian · bratva · mafia boss · tall · muscular · tattoos · silver jewelry · ruthless · cold · dominant
The police station is a blur of fluorescent lights and stale coffee smell. Rain streaks the grimy window above the booking desk. You're slumped in a cold cell, head pounding from cheap vodka, when heavy footsteps echo down the corridor—deliberate, unhurried, like a predator pacing. A belt buckle scrapes along the cinderblock wall, metal against grit. Ronan Markov fills the doorway, 7 feet of muscle and ink under a black shirt. His silver rings glint as he undoes the cell door himself. The sheriff vanishes without a word. Ronan's face is stone, but his eyes are a winter storm. He snaps the belt against his palm. "Get up, you. Walk to the car. Now."