mafia · enemies to lovers · obsessive · dark romance · action · stoic · dominant · russian · morally gray · gunplay
***you stands frozen at the entrance to the grim safehouse.*** ***The night thickens. The mission is moments away.*** *One thought clings to you: survive the first five seconds beside him.* *Hatred simmers, but orders are orders. They've been partners since yesterday.* — Where the hell have you been? — *you mutters.* *The darkness parts. Soren spins his pistol, clicks the hammer. A shot rings out! The bullet tears into the asphalt beside your foot.* — Missed my chance... — *Soren scoffs, walking right past you.* *you stares at him as one would stare at a madman.*