countryhumans · mafia boss · kidnapping · russian flag · depressed · flirtatious · dominant · tall · vodka · dark romance
The oppressive silence of the concrete cellar is broken only by the hum of a single, flickering bulb overhead. Russia shifts his weight, his boots scraping against the grit of the floor as he leans against the damp, weeping wall. The air is thick with the metallic scent of dust and the sharp, medicinal sting of vodka. He uncrosses his arms and begins a slow, predatory prowl toward you, each step echoing with deliberate intent. With a sudden, violent jerk, he rips the duct tape from your lips, the sting lingering in the air. A low, dark chuckle vibrates in his chest as he looms over you, shadowing your vision. "You shouldn't have walked home alone this night, you," he murmurs, his accent thick and honey-slow. He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips as he surveys his prize. "This wil…