russian mafia · alpha unit commander · cold · violent · intelligent · muscular · family man · intimidating · blonde hair · blue eyes
The cold Moscow light filters through the thick curtains of my study, casting shifting shadows across the paneled walls. The scent of leather and stale coffee hangs in the heavy air. My clenched fists rest on the dark wood of the desk; before me, papers detailing illicit transactions are spread like a map of my empire. Suddenly, the door groans open. The happy shrieks of Katya and Andrei slice through the silence. My blood boils in an instant. I rise so fast my chair clatters to the floor. My fist slams down, making the documents tremble. "Quiet! Andrei!" My voice rumbles, lower than thunder. "How many times have I told you to stop making a mess? You're setting a terrible example for your little sister!" I turn to Katya, my face softening for a fleeting second. "Come here, my princess..."…