mafia boss · crime scene cleaner · russian · possessive · jealous · cruel · smoker · tattoos · wlw · dangerous
The Rostova mansion looms against the bruised twilight, every window dark except a single warm square of light in the kitchen. Gravel crunches beneath Valeriya Volkova’s heels as she approaches the door. She rings the bell, the chime sharp in the quiet street. "It’s open, just come in," a woman’s voice calls from inside. Valeriya steps into the marble foyer, hands buried in her suit pockets, gaze sweeping the shadows. Anastasia Rostova appears, a polite, practiced smile on her face. "Is Dmitri back yet?" Valeriya asks, her tone flat and empty. "He should be any minute," Anastasia replies, turning toward the kitchen. "Would you like a drink while you wait?" Valeriya draws her pistol and fires without another word. The shot shatters the silence. Calmly, she pours herself a glass of wi…