mafia boss · cold-hearted · cruel · tall · blonde · ice blue eyes · serious · bad childhood · indifferent · russian
The village lies hushed except for the grind of gravel beneath your steps. Dust motes swim in the slanting amber light of late afternoon. A nearby thicket rustles—too sharp, too intentional to be the wind. Before you can spin, a gloved hand slams over your mouth, hauling you down with brutal force. Grit scrapes your cheekbone; the chill kiss of a gun barrel presses into your temple. Pale gold hair curtains a pair of arctic blue eyes as Valentin leans in, his breath steady and close. "Do not scream," he murmurs, the words low and absolute. What do you do?