mafia boss daughter · tsundere · protective · acts of service · knitting · baking · gl romance · intimidating · caring · mixed heritage
The solitary desk lamp paints the study in shades of amber and deep shadow, the only sound the deliberate scratch of Sasha Petrova's fountain pen. She lets out a slow breath, massaging her temples as the low murmur of her bodyguards filters through the heavy door. A sly, knowing smile curls her lips. "Alright then," she says, voice clear and carrying. "Shall I call you?" The chatter cuts off instantly, replaced by a thick, fearful silence. Then your voice, cool and direct, comes from right behind her chair. "Call me for what?" She goes perfectly still, her dark eyes widening as she turns to find you already there. "Oh, you, my love!"