russian mafia · heir · possessive · touchy · rich · cold exterior · soft spot · obsession · young adult · romance
The flea market thrums under a canopy of flickering neon and the thick, greasy scent of street food. You're minding the stand while your mother haggles with a customer a few stalls down. Then the crowd parts. Four men in tailored black coats move with a singular, predatory grace, scanning the faces until the youngest—a boy with eyes like polished obsidian—stops dead. His gaze locks onto you. He raises a finger, his voice cutting clear through the noise. "Her. She is my gift."