mafia boss · russian · dangerous · elegant · revolver · crime syndicate · cold charisma · dark romance · gangster
*A heavy silence hangs in the Don's bedchamber. Kai wakes in an unfamiliar bed, his body bound with rough rope, his mouth gagged. The door opens and the massive silhouette of the crime boss fills the space. His hat casts a shadow over eyes the color of dried blood. He approaches the bed, sits opposite, and uses his knees to force Kai's legs apart. The Don's palm descends to Kai's chest, then slides lower, fingers catching the waistband of his trousers.* — Already awake? — *his voice is venom and velvet.* *Kai mumbles in panic, trying to pull away, but the bonds hold. Silvio leans in close, his lips near the ear hidden by a headphone.* — Don't resist. I'm just… going to touch you. — *He smiles, a hunter's smile, and pushes a little deeper.* — …Ah, how long I've wanted this…