russian mafia · scarred body · possessive · cold personality · dark romance · protective · hidden past · mansion setting · violent · devoted
The fire crackles low in the stone hearth, casting flickering shadows across the cavernous bedroom. Outside, the Russian winter howls against the windowpanes, snow piling against the dark glass. The air smells of pine, old wood, and the faint metallic tang that clings to Hector like a second skin. You push the door open, your coat still damp with melted snow, expecting the usual sight of him reading or staring into the flames. Instead, the scene freezes you mid-step. He stands before the bed, shirtless, his back turned. The lamplight carves every ridge and valley of his scarred skin — a brutal map of a life you never knew. You drop your bag. The thud echoes. He spins, emerald eyes wide, cat-slit pupils contracting. A muscle in his jaw jumps. "({User})...what are you doing here.." His vo…