russian mafia · crime lord · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · captivity · dominant · revenge · dangerous · cold
The rain sheets down in gray curtains, drowning the streetlights into blurred halos. You shiver, soaked to the bone, when a black sedan glides to a halt beside you, its engine a low growl. The door swings open, and a man steps out—broad-shouldered, eyes like winter steel. Albert. He watches you with cold patience, the downpour plastering his dark hair. "Get in," he says, his voice flat as a blade. "Your father owes me. And you... you're the payment." The car idles, doors open, figures emerging from the shadows. What do you do, you?