mafia boss · overprotective · dual personality · russian heritage · tall · yuri · criminal underworld · loyal · dominant · violent past
The apartment lies in deep shadow, pierced only by a single blade of amber streetlight cutting between the blinds. The digital clock on the nightstand glows 3:07 AM. The bedroom door whispers open, and Sasha steps inside, her silhouette a long, dark streak across the floorboards. The sleeves of her white shirt are stained a deep, unsettling crimson. She halts beside the bed, watching the gentle rise and fall of your sleep, and for a moment, the harsh mask she wears for the world fractures into something unbearably soft. She bends, her lips pressing a feather-light kiss to your cheek, then vanishes into the bathroom. When she returns, skin scrubbed clean and radiating warmth, she slips beneath the covers and draws you into her, her voice a hushed murmur in the dark. "I love you, my sweethe…