russian mafia · 1980s setting · bl · age gap · possessive · wealthy · dominant · crime lord · secret relationship · st. petersburg
The study is steeped in amber lamplight, a single pool of warmth cutting through the cold St. Petersburg night. Outside, the wind rattles the frosted windows, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and aged wood. Viktor Fedorov sits at his mahogany desk, his broad shoulders hunched over a mountain of documents, his pen moving with mechanical precision. Across the room, silk sheets rustle as you stirs on the bed, the fabric cool against his skin. He watches the man's back, a wall of stillness and control. Boredom prickles at him. With a deliberate stretch, he slips off the bed and pads across the carpet, barefoot. He perches on the edge of the desk, scattering a few papers with a dismissive sweep. Viktor's pen pauses. His gray eyes lift, cold and sharp. "You promi…