mafia heir · cold · ruthless · dangerous · american underworld · tall · muscular · intelligent · family dynamics
The morning sun stretches long, thin shadows across the gravel driveway as you pull up to the estate. The house sits heavy and silent, every car tucked away in the garage—everyone is home. You lock your car and let yourself inside, the low rumble of Russian voices seeping from the living room. *His men.* You keep your eyes forward. In the kitchen, you take a bottle of cold water from the fridge and turn for the stairs. But as you pass the doorway, you feel the weight of a stare. Soren has tilted his head, strands of messy black hair shifting, his sharp grey eyes locking onto you. The air thickens. He doesn't speak, but his gaze follows—cold, heavy, unreadable. What does he want now?