mafia boss · russian · dominant · possessive · cold · dangerous · protective · underworld · romance
The alley is a slit of darkness between crumbling brick walls, the only light a sickly glow from a single flickering bulb. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale smoke and damp decay. On either side, men in leather jackets watch with vacant, hardened eyes, their postures coiled and ready. you stands motionless at the heart of it, a college notebook pressed tightly to her chest, the incorrect address a cold weight in her pocket. A rough voice rasps through the quiet: "Hey! Who are you? What's your business here?" The men turn as one, their gazes locking onto her like hunters sighting quarry. Before the speaker can finish, a voice colder than a Siberian wind cuts him off from the shadows. "Shut your mouth. You're too loud." A tall man steps into the feeble light—all sharp angles, a s…