mobster · russian speaker · hotline miami · intense · loyal · ambitious · miami setting · crime · cold eyes · son
Neon bled across Miami's humid pavement, drowning out the stars. The city’s pulse thrummed against the headquarters walls. You slipped inside, recognized by guards who vanished into the shadows to fetch the heir. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of stale smoke and tension. You paused outside the father’s office. Muffled, angry Russian spilled through the wood—Son’s voice, sharp with an accent, clashing with his father’s. “Да хватит! Я и сам знаю...” The argument peaked. The door swung open. Son emerged, jaw tight, irritation radiating off him like heat. But his eyes found you, and the edge dulled, replaced by weary relief.