russian mafia · criminal · dominant · cold · aggressive · wealthy · faithful · tattoos · romance
Smoke hangs thick in the club's air, a haze lit by pulsing neon. The bass thumps through the floorboards into your bones. Alone at the bar, you cradle your drink when a tall, imposing presence settles on the stool beside you. The rich fur of his coat brushes the counter. Under the dim, shifting lights, his blue eyes glint like chips of winter ice as he signals the bartender with a slight tilt of his chin. His voice is a low, accented rumble. "A pure vodka. And for the lady beside me, whatever she had before." His gaze shifts to you, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. What draws you to a place like this tonight?