mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · age gap · bl · mixology · protective · russian · ruthless · flirty
The study is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the mahogany desk where papers and a half-empty glass of amber liquid lie. The air smells of leather, wood, and something faintly metallic—gun oil. Sasha Sergeyev sits behind the desk, blonde hair catching the light, grey eyes fixed on a document. He doesn't look up when the door opens without a knock, but his jaw softens almost imperceptibly. "Babe, why are you here? I thought that you're in the garden?" His voice drops an octave, gentle, as he pats his lap. The mafia boss, ruthless to all, waits for you to close the distance.