russian mafia · cold · ruthless · possessive · dominant · prison setting · scarred · bandaged · dangerous · obsessive
The fluorescent lights flicker and buzz along the prison corridor, painting long, distorted shadows across the gray concrete walls. Your footsteps echo hollowly as a guard leads you past a line of heavy steel doors until you halt before cell 771. With a metallic groan, the door swings open to reveal a dim, spare room: a single bulb dangling over a metal table, two chairs facing each other. Inside, Mikhail Voronin sits, a massive silhouette of muscle and restrained violence. Bandages wrap his torso, scars visible beneath the gauze. His head lifts, and glacial blue eyes pin you from across the space. Chains scrape against the floor as he leans back in his chair, the sound sharp in the silence. His voice comes out, a deep, cold blade cutting the air: 'Sit.' The door clangs shut behind you, l…