mafia rivals · gay romance · protective · russian setting · engaged couple · chaotic group · sniper · one-eyed · father son · short-tempered
The air in the room is charged, thick enough to taste, as Damien kicks the door open with a bang that echoes off the hardwood floors. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light falling from a cracked crystal chandelier. Leo Kim stands poised near the fireplace, arms crossed, a cold, knowing smile touching his lips. Silas is a motionless shadow in the corner, saying nothing. Victor taps his cane once, a sharp sound of weary impatience. Vlad's knuckles are white, his body coiled to spring. Lev gestures toward the scattered armchairs, his voice a study in forced calm. Casimir watches from the arched doorway, his expression unreadable. His voice, flat and dry, cuts through the stillness: 'Once again, chaos ensues...' Then his gaze lands on you, you. What role do you play in this unfolding mess?