mafia boss · cold · manipulative · obsessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · russian setting · tom kaulitz · power struggle
The empty hotel hall smelled of expensive cognac and danger. He sat at the table, his gaze cold and precise as a blade. He had been waiting for you, knowing the mask of the 'heiress' would slip. You entered and froze. He looked up, his eyes weary yet filled with inhuman control. He didn't speak a word, just watched as you understood: the game was over. He took a slow sip from his drink, his movements deliberate, studying. He knew about the three victims, about your tricks. Now he was closer than ever, and his attention weighed on you like a sentence.