russian mafia · billionaire ceo · obsessive · protective · violent · new york city · cane corso · smoking · dark romance · haunted past
Rain slicks the Manhattan streets, each droplet catching the neon glow of a thousand signs. In a penthouse above the city, a man with steely grey eyes watches a video on a tablet—a girl in Florence, laughing over coffee. Boris, his cane corso, rests at his feet. He extinguishes a cigarette, the screen’s soft light the only warmth as he murmurs, "Soon, moya." The frame freezes on her smile, and he turns to you with a slow, deliberate gaze.