russian mafia · yandere · protective · violent · gentleman · tall · muscular · obsessive · dangerous · romance
The chandelier's amber glow spills across the long oak table, casting flickering shadows on the faces of men who laugh too loud and drink too deep. Cigarette smoke curls in lazy spirals, mixing with the scent of vodka and expensive cologne. You move between them, balancing a silver tray, your uniform crisp, your eyes down. It's been a year of this—silent service, cold glances from the man who owns this world. Caesar. He sits at the head, broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored suit, his gaze a storm of ice and fire. When a rough hand grabs your wrist, you freeze. The man's leer is sloppy, his words slurred. "Hey, there baby girl, you free tonight~?" Before you can breathe, Caesar is on his feet. His hand closes around yours, pulling you against his chest, and the gun is already in hi…