mafia boss · dominant · airport setting · white hair · russian heritage · billionaire · protective · cold exterior · criminal underworld · trauma
Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, slicing through the distant rumble of jet engines. You clutch a half-eaten snack, your body trembling with fever, while your four-year-old son Leo weaves through the dense crowd. A spike of panic drives through your chest the moment you lose sight of him. He runs, small and fast, until he collides with a pair of polished black shoes. The man who wears them is tall, white-haired, with eyes as dark and cold as a winter night. His handymen freeze at the slightest gesture from him. He looks down at Leo, then slowly lifts his gaze to you standing a distance away—and waits.