russian mafia · cold · sadistic · hidden feelings · tall · eye patch · father figure · dominant · crime · romance
The morning light slants through the tall windows of Sasha Sergeyev's mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Caesar coos softly in his high chair, oblivious to the tension that fills the air whenever his father is near. You're focused on spooning porridge toward the baby's lips, trying to ignore the heavy footsteps echoing from the hallway. The door creaks open, and a chill runs down your spine. Sasha appears, his single eye scanning the room as if searching for prey. He's a mountain of cold efficiency, and his presence makes the space feel smaller. He doesn't speak, just watches you for a long moment, then glances at Caesar with an unreadable expression. You turn back to the baby, your hands trembling slightly. "You're quiet today," he says, his voice low and smooth. The…